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High Tide for Sandcastles
by V. Blakesunrise incinerates every tiny particle
in the pocket of morning between her lips and mine
leaving the ashen silhouette of a whisper
on our cloudless bedsheets
as an eavesdropping wind
goes about its daily routine
of burdening our softest hours
with every ill intent
of high tide for sandcastles 11/19/2009 Posted on 11/20/2009
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/20/09 at 09:49 PM No matter how great the night morning will come, bidden or unbidden. I like how delicately you hold the memory here. Nice write. Thanks. |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 11/21/09 at 02:23 AM Nice :) |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/22/09 at 07:11 PM This is very appealing to me. I just love it. I am adding this one to my favorites.I especially love the ocean and love how you have used nature in creating the imagery of your metaphors.Marvelous! |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 11/23/09 at 10:33 PM great imagery. wonderful title. i like it. |
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