black water
swirling
crashing on hidden rocks
standing beneath a statue
patron saint of fishermen
we both look to the sea
I am afraid
and she is not
she standing tall, bronze hair frozen
in a breeze of long ago
my own whipping in a frenzy
of salted sea breathe
I touch her skirt
for strength
she is so much wiser
she whispers in the tone of the tide
be not afraid
black water
crashes below on unseen rocks
I shiver
she
smiles the frozen smile of knowing
Pecked to Death offers a refreshing perspective on managing the chaos of everyday life, encouraging you to take control and prioritize what truly matters.
Pecked to Death offers a refreshing perspective on managing the chaos of everyday life, encouraging you to take control and prioritize what truly matters.
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This one of my favorites...very good piece, excellent....this is no blurp!
Rodney Evan Bohen
she standing tall, bronze hair frozen
in a breeze of long ago
my own whipping in a frenzy
of salted sea breathe
I shiver
she
smiles the frozen smile of knowing
I touch her skirt
for strength
My blackwater is my coffe.........lol
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Tinka
but I too am in awe of this piece
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