Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Of Hidden Tempests...



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~

3 comments:

  1. this is really beautiful from start to finish, with natural rhyme and a strong final line. :) x

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  2. Spoken as only a true poet could do.....this is beautiful as always Janet! :-)

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  3. Dana and Carrie, thank-you so much!

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