March 28, 2014

 

 

The rippling shoreline

on an abandoned beach

as night time falls;

the sun out of reach.

 

A severed tongue

no words could teach.

The shock too great

for an acceptance speech.

 

The sea comes in and bashes

the crumbling seawall,

with its violent temper

in a free for all.

 

And words, too late

came as if they cared,

but above seagull squawks

could not be heard.

 

And another day

that with promise held

came and went without

a timid voice yelled.

 

But what they say

of time and tide is true,

and there’s a new horizon

always on view.

 

 

 

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