Thursday, June 16, 2011

Blast from the Past: A gentle plea of waves

Listen... listen...

I want to tell you all the nothing I know

the poetry of fossils

a limmerick of lineages

the riddle of origins


..please.. listen...

I feel it in me

near bursting

this need to confess

to teach

love words

Listen then... or not...

the shores are the echoes of the moon and motor boats

the sea down deep is silent

so quiet

unless you


1 comment:

  1. Love this. Listen to 'the nothing I know', brilliant! u did one previously that was in a similar vein, which I really loved as well. Ocean is the womb of worlds.