Dream
I could not reach the woman
sitting alone on the winter beach,
rocking, rocking herself like an autistic child.
It was mild for winter; white caps
on the waves were gulls. She could not stop
the rocking, was a wave foam-broken,
a cast-up shell a starfish had bored
its signature hole through. I wore
her on a chain around my neck.
Dear L.Shapley Bassen, your poem is most intriguing, makes you wonder and ponder. Thank you so much for your contribution.
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Inge
Dear L. Shapley,
ReplyDeleteIt is good to see your poem already has one encouraging comment. It was a pleasure to publish your poem. Welcome to Whispers! I hope to read more poetry in the months to come.
Blessings,
Karen
Nicely done, Shapley. A well-written, thought-wrenching poem. Welcome to Whispers!
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L. Shapely,
ReplyDeleteA wonderfully written poem! I really enjoyed it!
Your new friend,
David Fox
love this creative thought provoking write
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your piece, thanks for sharing it with us.
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