Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Ebbing Away

Tentacled limbs clutching
sweat swollen pillows,
a restless churning
of buttery goodbyes.

Hollow is the echo
in relic chambers;
vellum turned parchment
into cackling sighs.

A tawny drop falling,
spotty reminder
of what will be missed...
crimson salt tides (no more).

The mermaid sings softly
from milk foaming waters-
a hymn in her heart
from a far reaching shore.

4 comments:

  1. A hymn to hum here. Tides do not last forever. They come, and they go.

    PS: Do visit my spot sometime. Would like to know your thoughts on my last two posts. I sent you an e-mail notification about them. Let me know if you cannot access my blog.

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  2. But what remains true between is beautiful nonetheless!

    I have opted and would love to follow your blog Opaque, but I don't seem to be able to access it.

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  3. Thank you Gerry. AP by TS 4U. XOXO

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