Lost at Sea.

Cherry

By wet_towels

Wed, 31 Oct 2012
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7 comments
 

Sheets ebb and flow.
Your hand finds mine in the linen sea
And my toes splay against your ankles like algae.
You hold me to you against the riptide of my thoughts and I swear
this MUST mean
Something.
You always let go too soon.
I know you are not
Sinking
But I believe I am. How strange it is that we always swim towards
The most unstable rafts
To save us.

Certificate U
Poem
First Attempts&Scattered Thoughts.
Love

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Just lovely writing, Paige. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
Me like.

 

Submitted by scratch on
Really good Paige. My only teeny quibble regards the capitalisation of 'must'. Fantastic imagery in the third line. Thanks for posting.

 

Submitted by thecure on
Fantastic, very beautiful and powerful xx

Submitted by wet_towels on
Thank you all very much for your replies :) And the cherry! I'm very grateful!

 

Submitted by innes-may on
This is one of those poems with the atmosphere and strength to make me audiably exclaim 'wow'. Lovely imagery. And I agree, it is strange how we swim toward the most unstable rafts to save us. Brilliant ending that just jumps out. Innes x

Innes x

Submitted by wet_towels on
Innes, I very much appreciate your comment :) Thank you so much for your time and kind words.