YOU could say
It was there,
Waiting
Only for your single
Glance,
YOU could say,
It waited
For you
To realize
That life
Revolved in a
Perfect circle.
Thus
Before
Being washed off
It looked up to you
To say,
"I was here, before you came..
Follow me, by my name."
This poem participates in Poetry Potluck Week 36-Sketches, Images, and Impressions.
5 comments:
this brings baack some memories I have of te beach. great poem. if we only knew what all the footprints we see in the sand would say.
smart one, love the imagery of beach.
happy potluck.
smart one, love the imagery of beach.
happy potluck.
To me, this is very sad. It speaks of waiting in vain.
Stunning imagery.
Well done!
Beautiful imagery with wistful overtones. Loved it.
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