top of page

#SUNDAYPOETRY - LOW TIDE

LOW TIDE

THE TIDE GOES OUT LEAVING TINY BOXES OF COPPER WIRE

EACH READS A STORY FROM YOU TO ME, IN A POEM BETWEEN TWO DOORS

WHEN OPENED, THEY UNRAVEL, FILLING THE BREATHLESS SPACE BETWEEN US

UNCOILING METAL RINGS, I ATTACH ONE TO YOU, TO ME

THROUGH WORDS AND WIRE WE SPAN THE DISTANCE ACROSS

WAVES AND ROCKS, THE GLISTENING SUN STRIKES LIGHT

AND SQUINTING, FROM AFAR, I SEE YOUR EMPTY LINES LIT,

SPARKS OF WIRE, COPPER LINES RADIATE

VIBRATIONS OF YOU, BURNT UP, IN ME

I WATCH AND SOON SEE YOUR OPEN HEART- LIFTED

BECOME LIGHT WITH FIRE

AS THE TIDE COMES IN AND WASHES CLEAN

YOU BURN AWAY FROM ME, INTO THE SEA.

RECENT POSTS
SEARCH BY TAGS
No tags yet.
CONNECT
  • facebook-square
  • Twitter Square
  • Black Instagram Icon
RSS Feed
bottom of page