Wet winter on a beach
everything is grey
sky and wet sand
decorates the feet
of seagulls
skylarking
hauling left-rights through the gusts
Seaweeds embellish the foam
Bobbing their heads
up now and again for rescue
Each rush of wind seals an escape from
sense and
silence
In the maelstrom
I merge into obscurity
The sounds of my weakness unclear
Smooth nothing
black and white
paradox
not dangerous
not visible
not cloud mist or tears
MChallis © 2015
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
Wet winter on a beach
everything is grey
sky and wet sand
decorates the feet
of seagulls
skylarking
hauling left-rights through the gusts
Seaweeds embellish the foam
Bobbing their heads
up now and again for rescue
Each rush of wind seals an escape from
sense and
silence
In the maelstrom
I merge into obscurity
The sounds of my weakness unclear
Smooth nothing
black and white
paradox
not dangerous
not visible
not cloud mist or tears
MChallis © 2015
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