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High Tide for Sandcastles

by V. Blake

sunrise 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


Posted on 11/20/2009
Copyright © 2023 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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