Monday, 3 April 2017

Steady

Becalmed
on a tide of shores
Fervent, frenetic
A placid tumult of breaths
Seventeen million echoes singing five billion sighs
A dance on breezes like whiplashed strands of hair
Hands that once clasped each other grasp air
We hung on to save lives only over this precipice
All those shards of broken pieces that we thought lay below
All those fires we thought we would walk over for one another
We had to let go to fall In order to learn to fly
a threshold of heartbeats
Frantic, fluid
on a coast of waves
Clamoured

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there exists something within that in the space of poetry can only be silent, held within the wor(l)ds afore writ. though often I do not respond to feedback I do thank you for your words