Salted Sadness

Salted Sadness

A Poem by Donald Meikle

The hot sweet taste of tears

The warmth of september haystacks

The high free scream of soaring hawk

Your hands stroking my lower back

The soft sweet symphony of your sleeping face

The memories of barefoot sandy seasides

That bakery we walked by every day

 Cold wind on wet cheeks

© 2015 Donald Meikle


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The title pulled me in and the word choices kept me. Very nice.

Posted 9 Years Ago
No need of a flowery review; it would spoil the moment. Enough it is to say this is simply lovely, and the line,'That bakery we walked by every day,' encapsulates all that is love.

Beccy.


Posted 9 Years Ago

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Donald Meikle
Donald Meikle

Halifax, MA



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Liverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..

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