Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 7,201 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

The Sea It Calls - Poem by Is It Poetry

Over the sound,
the sound the waves made.


Footprints to the edge
in time, it stops.

Along the beach
I do as well.
To sit and watch, it stop.

It never does,
she watches from
the bench, the park put in.

Always kind she waits.
She waits, this time.

With nothing on her mind.
Except the clock,
she left behind, inside her home.

The church bell rings,
hear it ring.
A purpose once she had.


Comments about The Sea It Calls by Is It Poetry

  • Rookie - 415 Points Captain Cur (5/8/2013 3:05:00 PM)

    A soft fluid write. Purpose, time, our mission in life, loss and despair. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013


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