Tagged: sea

the sails are whiter

the sails are whiter
on the other side is an
idiom in all

of the familiar ways that
leave us ever stranded at sea

let’s collect enough

let’s collect enough
golden hours in a lifetime
to string a necklace

longer than the horizon,
more weightless than our eyes can see

by the water’s edge,

by the water’s edge,
bonds become stronger, it’s true –
looking out into

the depth of an endlessly
cold darkness brings us closer

in the garage, a

in the garage, a
car can dream – past the turn of
the driveway, beyond

the perfectly manicured
lawns, somewhere by blue waters

in the middle of

in the middle of
the week or the sea, a level
of churning, of loss

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: churning

we are at once at

we are at once at
war and peace with ourselves, finding
alliance at sea

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: alliance

six shops deep into

six shops deep into
knick-knack hell, we could smell the
sea still beckoning –

when you say Savannah, i
am a bull in a china shop

it’s a lot of work

by day’s end, we are

on a scale of walking

on a scale of walking
into traffic and
walking into the sea,
last night i
chose the sea,
and when i reached it,
you called me
out of the blue,
an accusatory tone
in your voice,
taking me back
to the days when
i’d arrive at my
childhood home
and not ring you up.
i was found out,
i leaned the
heaviness against you
so that i could
find a new
balance, and you
shifted so that you
could accommodate
the weight. i
wandered alongside,
instead of into,
though the sound of
the waves will always
compete with your voice