Parallel

Poetry from poetry with a small p. Visit Stephen’s site for more beautiful writing.

Writing from poetry with a small p.

I keep the sea, always,
To left or right of me
Because easy roads,
Worth travelling, run
Parallel to shore.

I stop, turn, gaze out
Across blue-green water,
Raise a hand to worn,
Knotted, unseeing sailors,
My nails scraping gently on glass.

I leave in the lull
Between gusts, when
Fear overtakes wonder,
And salt spray drenches
My finely wrought clothes,

Moving out of range
As wild waves smash
Against quay walls, break on
Bleak black rocks and grind
Soft silver grains to sand.

View original post

5 thoughts on “Parallel

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s