Clark Little Photography...
Against the shoreline of my thought
Your ceaseless whispers swell
No pious benediction
Will its timeless surging quell
Well-rehearsed intonation
Melts unnoticed on the hour
But raw untried emotion
Clutches me within its power
The ebb and flow of moments
Tunes the timbre of a sea
Surging in a mammoth ocean
Somewhere deep inside of me…
J~
this is really beautiful from start to finish, with natural rhyme and a strong final line. :) x
ReplyDeleteSpoken as only a true poet could do.....this is beautiful as always Janet! :-)
ReplyDeleteDana and Carrie, thank-you so much!
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