Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (mists of hope)
Obliterating opaqueness opens up into sunlight.
Spiders of colour
smudge the ocean.
Lapping water creates islands
of shimmering, fuzzy warmth.
It is freeing yet connecting.
I sputter and splash amongst the crevices of land.
Floating, I am curious.
I breathe a light, cooling tranquility
and gaze as I am gently held in a sheer, cooling calm.
Monday 30th September 2019 4:23 pm