Sea's Edge


Swirled in the storm's deepening crater,
the evening stumbles, blinded, heaving,
turning with outstretched arms
towards my window.

Something in me stirs uncertain
at each gale break against the glass.

Outside, across the darkness,
the sea wears down the edge of day
into a line of salt that trembles
from the cliffside with each rising wave.
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4 comments:

  1. the line of salt...

    that line speaks volumes. as one who knows life by the sea - it speaks volumes...

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  2. I'm glad you caught the implications of the line of salt, many times the meaning behind my simplest lines go unnoticed. Thank you.

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  3. Something in me stirs uncertain
    at each gale break against the glass.

    the image of a strong wind

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  4. I really enjoyed this reading this piece. Nicely spoken...

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