“seaward” she said pointing

“seaward” she said pointing
with one hand beckoning
“streamlined and polished
by relentless tides”
she looked funny
in a mushroom sort of way
constantly folding cards

years later when we met
she said “waves worry me
and the water we cannot hear
will not be the end of it”
I left her by a lamp post rolling
when my own ending
gave birth to a dead squid

phosphorous nights
where jellyfish gleam
seem to find me
pending between poems
and all one can muster
“there is a final blessing
it is so human”




Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-20 at 00:43

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great stuff! In a mushroom sort of way (jk) :)
2016-11-26