Diving in a Quiet Bay
Sea
turtles leave
invisible
trails.
They
beat slowly
through
the water,
quiet
in their secrets,
wordless
in their calls.
In
the sacred water
they
see me. I see them.
We
meet. We part.
We
become part
of
each other’s stories.
Greg
Gregory is retired, but worked in educational media for over 30 years.
His first love has always been language and the printed word. He has been
published in the US, Canada, and England in publications including California
Quarterly, Windsor Review, Poetry Nottingham, and The
Aurorean.
quiet in their secrets,
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I love these two lines. A lovely flowing poem.
Dear Greg,
ReplyDeleteI love the both the power and simplicity captured by this elegant poem.
Well done!!
Michael
I'd love to hear the sea turtles' story, but you've given us enough to go on, thanks!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this a lot, thanks for sharing, great pictures.
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