Two on a reach

...she is all that I have left, and poetry's her name....

From a sandy spit
washed by the merciful sea
that gently
                    gently
floated me here
to safety
                    to enough
I barely make out
movements
near the horizon.
Two ships pass near
flags waving
one
then the other.
I do not
understand
the messages;
what brings
ocean's salt
to my eyes
is that there are
two
who wish
                 to hear
                              and be heard.

Reviews

[ju]

oh i love this. perfect. to hear and be heard- yep. keeps the world of words spinning.

[.......]

This is amazing, I really enjoyed this write.

[Lily Mae]

A beauty Joel.. I could feel that straight through to my heart.. xx

[Tasha]

this was amazing Joel, I loved it. fantastic job. :)