Friday, December 23, 2016

Distant Shores--By David Williams--England

Distant Shores

The tide stroked at my toes.
It reminded me how… gentle
Your touch used to be.

A gilded sun enveloped the glass sea,
Glistening; the way your
Eyes lit a darkened room.


Semi-translucent images
Come and go on a waning tide
Ebbing as only life itself can
To remind me that tomorrow

There will be no kiss…

David Williams was born in England and has resided there all of his life. He started writing poetry at the tender age of 14. He was encouraged to enter a local school poetry contest and went on to win it. In later life, he joined many local poetry groups and writers circles, eventually becoming chairman. He has had 9 poetry books published and is collating material for two more books which will hopefully be out later this year. He holds workshops to help and encourage writers to understand the many different forms of poetry. He has won many contests and is also a recognised poetry judge.


  1. It is a beautiful poem with metaphoric expression. David, with a creative touch, paints and correlates human behaviour with the images of sea.

  2. From one David to another,
    This a lovely poem. Welcome to Whispers if you are new, a warm welcome from me even if you are not.
    Your new friend,
    David Fox

  3. Very moving, David. Though tears were not mentioned specifically, "glistening" brought me there, leading me to think that perhaps tears were shed writing this poem of longing and mourning.

  4. Perhaps it was her touching you through the waves. I do believe we all return to nature. A comforting thought. Your writing always inspires. SuZ

  5. Dear David,
    Thank you for this image-rich poem.
    Quite enjoyable.

  6. Thank you all for your very kind comments....I have had trouble getting back into the site but I will get around to reading and commenting on your poems.