No Day at the Beach
I can see them,
swaying,
dancing in the distance -
a sea-kelp forest
in the ocean of silence
where I tread.
They are:
grace and artistry,
words I cannot speak,
poetry that I wish
would entangle itself around me,
pull
me
under
and immerse me in beauty
again.
I can see them,
swaying,
dancing in the distance -
a sea-kelp forest
in the ocean of silence
where I tread.
They are:
grace and artistry,
words I cannot speak,
poetry that I wish
would entangle itself around me,
pull
me
under
and immerse me in beauty
again.
Still, in the eyes of pain
ReplyDeletethere is such beauty
And, in the distance
where the horizon meets
the cerulean seas,
they play
casting the sweetness
of their shadows to dance
upon your weary brow
they kiss you
with the streams of light
that touch your face
and whisper
words only you can hear
in your heart....
"mommy...we love you and we're fine"
I love you Erin. You're never alone
Mary~
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me cry. To be honest this piece was supposed to be about poetry, all th epoems I've started - or haven't - in the last 5 or 6 months... but your reply made me realize that on some subconscious level, well, maybe it wasn't about poems at all.
Love you.
Isn't it amazing how many hidden stories there are in our words? Love you too...I cried when I read your post, so we're even :-P
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