I will make of this place
my grave
belly pressed against my mother
Earth
salt tears feeding the sand
sound of waves crashing
purple pink pig face flowers
dancing gently on the dunes
slowly climbing over the body
sun beats down
dissolving it to grains of sand
blown by the wind
to the waves
and away
at last
Away
Thu 26th Oct 2017 07:54
Thanks Eric.
I appreciate the many symmetries in this; the salt tears of the narrator on the beach like the salt waves of the ocean, and the way the last lines carry us gently away, like the tide going out.
It captures well the feeling of releasing of some unspoken grief to the elements, which is so primal. Thanks for sharing.
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Big Sal
Wed 15th Aug 2018 02:00
"Purple pink pig face flowers" is a tongue twister all in itself. Another one with great imagery and the words roll right off the tongue with this one too.