Sunday, 3 July 2011

Sample Sunday - a poem

The shell 

making waves
she tries the sound
listening to nothing
in the motion
of moving
crashing waves
the dead of the sea
swishing still
in the ear
the cold shell 
curves echoing
the murmur
of distant waves
from shores lost
in time spent

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