Sea Storm

I found this poem on an old blog of mine. Makes me wonder how many poems I have floating out there in my forgotten land. :o)

Seashells sitting on the soggy sand

Drenched in similarities

Siamese tickling at the hip

Kindred connections when the tips of

Crusted frames

Became intertwined from the current's

Intercessory nudge towards fate

As of late

The sands have dried

And the sun brings forth light

Bright

and Illuminating all cracks and shadow marks

Be gone, dark

 

So I can get on with loving