Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2016
Aching bones arch in movement soaking in
Salty thrashings. too old to travel as once did.

Like a child in a paddling pool only dipping
Her bow in enough to splash around.

Content that she is still in the ocean,She ebbs with
The tide. Her bones ache, rope frayed tied to shore.
Poetic T
Written by
Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems