of the tide

Dozily ebbing among sand probing waders

blunt blades of surf

unsheathed waves

slowly stab ashore

like knives held in the hands

of unsure assailants

soapily toppling and tumbling

over muddles of seaweed and driftwood

leaving in their departures

scum rimmed reminders

seeping into golden graves

made to wait

for the suns evaporating exhumations

coming to raise them

those phoenix mists

back up once more into

unalterable sea repatriating skies.  

◄ pondering the void

Death throes and diversions ►

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Jemima Jones

Sun 4th Feb 2018 18:18

I am grateful for your liking Freya.Thank you. Jemima.

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Jemima Jones

Sun 4th Feb 2018 17:12

and to you Leon I say thank you! Jemima.

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LEON STOLGARD

Fri 2nd Feb 2018 10:42

perfect poetry say I!

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Jemima Jones

Thu 1st Feb 2018 20:15

have taken your good advice, Patricia and Stefan.Thank you.Jemima.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Sat 27th Jan 2018 13:15

while being stunned by this beautiful poem Jems we hope you don't mind if we suggest just one additional word to the last line?

' unalterable-sea-repatriating skies'

helps to clarify we think.

P&S xx

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