Monday, December 7, 2009

Away

Away with the water, away with the sea
Out with the last tattered flyaway tree
We will stand ankle-deep in a tide of farewells
to listen for shipwrecks, or cyclones, or bells
The driftwood will wither, the sand will blow free
Away with the water, away with the sea

2 comments:

  1. Your poetry is luxurious and inspiring. Good luck with your blog!

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  2. beautiful...i find great comfort in the sea and this poem...i love the sense of washing away the detris of life.

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