After Parting

Temporary abandonment.

Palpitating exhaustion

Caught me on this shore

Palpable and breathy,

The sea washes my sores

 

Trickling down my fingertips

Luminous yet mysteriously small

Sea droplets of salt and taste

Of the brink, the barnacle and the ball

 

And I lie motionlessly worn

By the gentle stirring of the surf

The audible stirring of mirth

After he and I parted until the morn

Reviews

[Arthur Henn]

Muse is passing the word around about you... Young Lady! you are very talented... Never stop writing. Give it all your heart and soul... I'm sure we all will hear of your greatness in the future of writing.

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Muse directed me to your page. I agree that you write way beyond your years. You have a beautiful and defined way of phrasing your work..delightful

[Muse]

15? Hell no! You are good...really really good! Why aren't more people reading you! Welcome to WC sweetie.