The world without end

Our sullen shore

No more

Than a leaving

An echo

Of farewells

And byes

Some of them

Once good

Each of them

A slamming door


The punctuation

To close

The line

And every thought

Seems an after thought

Words a silly mockery

Until the sea

Restores the canvas

Of my heart

And eases

The frenetic

Spinning mind

My toes

Yield to the chill

And I give myself over

To the tumble of joy ~ Caroline A. Slee

Leave a Reply