I keep a lookout for beach glass
I’m afraid – of its forever
Sand, gravely exfoliating soundBeethoven ventilating
A downward strangeness
Dug out, never seen before
I keep a lookout for beach glass
I’m afraid – of its forever
Sand, gravely exfoliating soundBeethoven ventilating
A downward strangeness
Dug out, never seen before
A deliciously strange and sad taste here..
Thank you : )
Whoa. You keep topping yourself with each poem! Love this one so much. It demands to be read out loud.
Oh sweet you. Thank you..
(I have a friend who makes jewellery out of beach glass. Just saying.)
beautifully reflects – I’m sure.