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Click hereOn this misted afternoon,
rain is hidden in the sand…
the alabaster house is silent,
lifeless shadows haunting in the fog…
sea creatures stretch out their arms,
drifting, strengthened by the tide.
In this trinity of voicelessness,
I fear my name is being whispered.
pssttt... your name IS being whispered! Don't you know? From the sea we emerge, and from the sea we are reborn! I think you know that. I truly love this... Thank you very much.
This poem is mentioned in the New Poems thread on the forum.
The trinity of sand, fog and tide said "netherworld" to me. This isn't about getting a hard on at the beach is it?
Lonely? I thought it was death whispering....
for who the alabaster tolls.....
a very misty poem.
it does indeed recast the others in a new light / very interesting read / tath his this right on / after seeing the last 2 lines, one more complete reading is a must/
set up for this work. Hey, if u are lonely, be lonely
at the beach. I like it.
first 3 verses...seemed almost beneath your ability.
That last one..is wonderful and pulls it together.
I'd love to see those first three really whittled and played with to be as strong as the last one..
it would change lives...
Nice work.