Streaming through rays of sun cooled by the flaps of gulls’ wings the waves run in bringing yonder to home the waves slide out sending home to yonder the waves hurry in bringing news of the world the waves sneak out carrying our secrets away the waves crash in bringing history to present the waves slip out sending the present to past under the hush of sentinel moon beams the waves whisper in gently humming a memory the waves flutter out cradling dreams between troughs the waves whisper in blowing kisses to the sand the waves flutter out hugging wishes in their foam the waves whisper in singing momma’s lullaby singing momma’s lullaby the waves flutter out singing momma’s lullaby singing momma’s lullaby
Thank you, Joe. It was a new thing I tried - to make the structure of the poem part of the poem itself - and after I published it, I kind of freaked out, because I felt like I didn’t know what I was doing and it was too big a risk. But, my imposter is still out on the coffee run, so I didn’t delete it….
Beautiful work, Boo
Thank you, Joe. It was a new thing I tried - to make the structure of the poem part of the poem itself - and after I published it, I kind of freaked out, because I felt like I didn’t know what I was doing and it was too big a risk. But, my imposter is still out on the coffee run, so I didn’t delete it….
I'd say the imposter might've taken a vacation. Perhaps she's in Fiji.
That doesn't seem fair though… Why don't I get a vacation?
This piece is calm and tranquil. Lovely Boo!