Shapeless days and nameless nights

I imagine you in the low-slung bough of a giant tree

it’s skin smoothed by the weary backs of those that came before

There you rest, telling the time only by the cooling of the day

 

I see the beach with a carpet of fine white-sand

a warm sea rushes to meet your feet as you idle by

and a balmy breeze touches your shoulders with its breath

 

I hear an engine distant and moving

The shrill of a laugh, the muffled bark of a dog

The sea fizzing as its dissolves into the sands

 

There in the calm that follows the storm, in shapeless days

and nameless nights, I hope you find a peace

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Laura Taylor

Wed 3rd Feb 2016 12:06

Oh Michelle, I absolutely love this! The title/last line is so fine - such a lovely sound and feeling to it, and scenes you lay out for us - well, I'm there, right there inside them.

Wonderful piece. And a beautiful touch of letting go, right at the end.

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Jim Trott

Mon 1st Feb 2016 14:02

That's lovely, Michelle. I could almost hear the sea!

In fact, I think I'll pop down to the beach now.........

Jim

Robert Mann

Mon 1st Feb 2016 14:02

Michelle - this piece is truly dreamy, but it feels like the main protagonist is struggling to find release from some pain or suffering. I am sure this means many different things to many different people. Well written Michelle.
Rob

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Adam Whitworth

Mon 1st Feb 2016 13:13

Had to spend some time reading and appreciating several times over, this is exactly what good poetry does.

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