Back to the shoreline, you stroked
with reverent fingers, weathered
wet and cold between the eyes
My sisters came and picked my bones
Caused salty scratches to the skin
A public nakedness for all to see
Soon forgotten as the earth passed
Epitaph
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Lovely piece – a real spareness to it.
Thanks, Jan. One of those where I was trying to get the piece down to its simplest form. I appreciate your kind words.
That’s the stark and sad reality of the illusion called life. Love the way its written. 🙂
Thank you Terveen. That is most kind and I am glad you enjoyed the poem.