Today's poem is by Alison Woods
He could not live beside the sea,
it made him nervous.
What kind of man was this?
The sea's sustenance made her
vulnerable, turned even broken soda glass
into something exquisite, The birds
worked overtime, an awesome show,
their pointed plunge and delicate withdrawal.
Walking the beach at dusk
she was never alone but lost in some future
she could practically feel
through the gray indistinguishable fold of elements.
And in the distance an oval luminance
of pain & sweetness & metallic dying.
Some poor fish carried away
in the beak of a lone bird, flying.
Copyright © 2012 Alison Woods All rights reserved
from New Forest
Finishing Line Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
Support Verse Daily
Sponsor Verse Daily!
Web Weekly Features
About Verse Daily
Submit to Verse Daily
Copyright © 2002-2012 Verse Daily
All Rights Reserved
Copyright © 2002-2012 Verse Daily All Rights Reserved