waves without rhythm
you come.
you go.
the ebb and flow has
an undiscernable
pattern.
meanwhile I stand
on the shoreline
wearing dry sand
like a hairshirt.
but waters flow,
and there should be
a rhythm.
perhaps I’ve
just stood
on the shore
too long
to know.
you come.
you go.
the ebb and flow has
an undiscernable
pattern.
meanwhile I stand
on the shoreline
wearing dry sand
like a hairshirt.
but waters flow,
and there should be
a rhythm.
perhaps I’ve
just stood
on the shore
too long
to know.
3 comments:
Hi Anne!!! Wow, I'm so impressed with your many talents!!! I'm really looking forward to reading through your sites AND getting to know you better!!! :-)
Jennifer, thank you so much for such lovely words! I'm so excited to have you come to our group next Monday and getting to know you, and all the wonderful creative things you do. How wonderful!
Very nice. :)
Do you think I could reprint it on The Ooze?
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