Erie

A poem for my father.

I wrote you today

 

 

I admired

As much as I did your smile

The sand

As it was washed by my words where we had stood

 

 

With fingers dragging in the dirt backwards

I wrote the currents

 

 

I sent you a letter

Carved in the earth

The wonder of the summer was wrecked like the waves

Escaping from under my toes

 

 

The water widowed each syllable

But spoke your most fluent language

 

 

Washed away and sent out towards the lake

My words flowed to the bow of that wooden boat

And I know you heard, I just know

 

 

I sent you a letter

Destined to the sky

The lake�"

The envelope

The ink�"

The tide

 

 

You read what I wrote

I know it, I just know

 

 

I sent you a letter�"

Summer felt like your reply

Author's Note

Any thought are always appreciated!

Reviews

[J.M. Santós]

I've just discovered you on here today and have read all your works - I have never gotten goosebumps from every poem/story written by a single individual. You have this connection with fluidity. Water, oceans and shores that truly impacts the style of your writing. It's beautiful, liquid.. pure. As intense as a writer as feather gentle as you are with your words can be. I feel it is safe to assume that you get your love for the sea from your father, forgive me if i am incorrect. This poem was absolutely beautiful, as all your others are. Thank you so much for sharing with us, and I truly do look forward to hearing more from you Miss. Karen Zimmer.

-Jessica

[Karen Zimmer]

Thank you so so much for reading Jessica!! You are awesome! Incredibly touching!!