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 2020
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Jolen

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

Jolen

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.

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