Silence
It is in my heart beatthe sound of seas from shells
that I held
too big against my ear
and wished for the ocean,
the lapping waves
and sandcastles
we tried so frantically to save
and the shave of spades
scraping at the sand,
we dug to Australia
but never reached
and went home
tired and sore
into a car with leather seats
that burned.
Silence, is all around us
in the wing span of a bird,
the cry of a gull
as it circles, mewing like
a newborn baby.
It is in my heart beat
and the rush of water
as I turn a tap
and wish to wash away
a thousand hurts
that grit in my eyes.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2010-10-15 at 21:08
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