Things washed up;
Banners of Dreams.
Pennants of Hope and Faith.
Frayed cables of Love.
The peeling laughter of children.
A shy canvas of breast.
The glistening arch hull of a back rising and falling.
Anchoring eyes.
Pelagic promises.
I waited for you too long
on the shore
of a mighty ocean.
I thought it was the future,
But it was the past.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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Comments2
Beautiful Jabberwocky..... I had to look up pelagic........ very haunting poem.........
Thank you Lorna. I was getting too upbeat! 😬
Funny man.............
Good write, your future will be there for you to enjoy.
Thanks, as always 🙂
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