its the shoreline of fatigue
when ankles fall on tides
when said words stay unsaid
when passions run to hide
silent stands the stranger
wishing fears to bid
broken shells wash o'er the pads
then washes clean his id.
So sad to feel you've become a stranger to the one you love, standing along side them with nothing left to say. enjoyed reading this, reminds me of me "It's the shoreline of fatigue"
Excellent..... Pierre.
This one makes me kind of tingly as I glanced at the picture it was kind of eerie but the words took it home and made me wonder about the nature of the stranger in relationship to the forgotten beach thongs. I felt like the one who had just come upon the strangers stage and wanting to know more. Well done intrique here Susan, I love it.
I have read this ten times Dixie Bud, and I am still scratching my head. I love when this happens. Poetry, and baring the soul, is not always supposed to be easily understandable.
You're a whatta gal, you know that? I'm saving it to analyze. (-:
A mysterious and intriguing write, that could be taken many ways..
It reminds me of a potential relationship that never quite came to fruition
Scintillating work as ever..
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Excellent..... Pierre.
Fee
You're a whatta gal, you know that? I'm saving it to analyze. (-:
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
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A mysterious and intriguing write, that could be taken many ways..
It reminds me of a potential relationship that never quite came to fruition
Scintillating work as ever..
Shalom
Peter