Flotsam
Adrift
we skate upon the wave
the depth
of endless
We recede
a glimpsed glimmer of something
solid
catching the sun
only to depart beneath
a rolling swell
Jetsam
The sand claws and clings
A rush of water over our dismay
pushing us further onto the shore
The tide sings
and brings salt tainted tears
We loll
limbs drawn with the motion
mouths open to receive the sea
Lagan
Still attached
you are beyond my touch
I cannot raise myself up
to meet your slowly sinking form
Soaked and heavy
I am drawn down to find you
caught in the whirlpool
we spin and part
allowed glances
but no second chances
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Poetry -Wrecked
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2 comments:
I like this. Nice progression from section to section.
I thought maybe, "slowly sinking
'form'"?
that is, if I read it right? It gives me a more definite image to hold on to there.
Suggestion noted and execution proceeds *grin*
Thanks Moon, it was a little shakey there
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