Gulf Night Water Poem by elysabeth faslund
Gulf Night Water
Three quarter moon-painted water,
Salted, waved, blue V-
To horizons...
Past, through, on,
Now.
My bag's packed, waiting, dusty.
Long past horizon's Time.
Beckons known, heard,
Giggling foam
Rounds my feet, walking,
Stumbling...one sandbar,
Deep drop-off. Fins.
Silence slices, waiting.
Do my clothes swim with me?
Are they gifts for the
Sandbar?
With my
Bag?
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4/24/2024 6:33:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your voice is very powerful in this poem Elysabeth, the punctuation and stop/starts work so well. I really enjoyed reading this poem. HG: -) xx