Plants for Seaside Gardens
Our time together,
those
meaningless months,
ripped from a pretty, paper, wall calendar,
that flew,
on a gust
and fell
somewhere
close to a crumpled coast.
Something you said,
twenty-five cables
and
decades of
days ago,
yet
those mouthed murmurations
still so sore
when
recounted today.
A girl who decided
to dwell,
on shingle
and shore,
where
the breeze,
blew
from the sea
most mornings
and the feelings
you grew
in
sodium soil
wilted.
© swissterrace 2023
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I can’t believe that I’m the first to comment, but I’m sure glad to have read this. I very much enjoyed your short, punchy lines and the feelings evoked were familiar and haunting.
blessings,
jolen
Hi Jolen. Thanks for this comment and appreciated. I have just read your work and its fascinating. You should write more.
Thank you for the compliment. One day I hope to do just that, in the meantime, I will fill up the well with the fine work I’ve been reading here on UKA. Take Care.