Captures (Unwritten)A Poem by TheJordBakerAs I took my daughter to wave goodbye to the beach where we'd stayed during each of the last 4 summers I took out a memo and made notes feeling it would be a lovely moment to capture in a poem.
With slow last steps,
perhaps, once more in the rain it is duller, yet still adored. With her hand, now grown just as in my arms some years before we partake in traditions. The scents seem richer, shades more hued. The tide and the vessel are seemingly leaving too. Her hair ripples in the wind as her hand waves to the reeds as the swash out there far which once touched the sand where we built, where we ran. Heavier come the rain spots and so we must go. Captures, brush stroked moments, pallid ripples of sage and grey. Orange of the boat a close beacon, that of a painting, in the bay fine in detail and colour, awe bitten. Ahead of our last escape I wonder how you are still unwritten. © 2019 TheJordBakerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTheJordBakerWashington, United KingdomAboutI'm Jordan and I've been away for a while, but I'm trying to refind my voice and work towards a couple of projects. In my late teens/early twenties I released two poetry collections which are avail.. more..Writing
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