Why why did words flee from my head
When I saw the wonders of the mighty sea
I strolled along its sandy banks pristine beaches
Blue water I saw as far as my human eye reaches
I let the sand sift through my palms sitting calm
Afternoon sun was low west and just little warm
A solitary walk I took with my ankles in the brine
Sea air brushed matted hair grey with passage of time
Broken sea shells pricked my hardened soles
Small fish skeletons buried in sand beside crab holes
A peace descended as the weary sun set on the day
Someday I’ll walk into the sea and soul’ll clear away
©bishu
A very sea worthy poem.
A very sea worthy poem. You've created a real nice scene with this piece, Bishu.
Thank you Mr C E Vance Sir for reading
Thank you Mr C E Vance Sir for reading & appreciating.
©bishu
Respected Bishu Poet of
Respected Bishu Poet of poets...thank you for a beautiful merging of seasoul...and the awakening to lutherseahand. Both gloriously felt verses!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
:)
©bishu