Folded beneath white caps
shards of crystals stack in layers.
Seaweed tentacles abandon their grip,
letting go of their bed they are
swept away by the tide snared by sea oats
stranded in the dunes.
A shroud of melon melts down the vista.
Seafaring specters bob in the distance
drifting apparitions that vanish
in the haze, lost to the horizon.
Seagulls hover between sea and sky,
wingtips graze the watery glass,
skimming, plunging, their throaty caws
console the lonely sea.
in the graveyard of stars
lies our love
without the burden of our hearts
now
finally
it shines the way
we always hoped we would
when i looked into you
i saw all the stories,
all the words, all the songs,
all the things that make love appear
more noble than it is.
*
and though i wanted to mock it,
to ridicule your hopes,
to tell you sad tragic tales
that would make break your heart,
make you see clearer.
but I couldn’t.
*
so, take your innocence with you.
keep it close to yourself,
for as long as possible.
try to live the life
that we all have failed to live.
Day off work
Enjoyed immensely
Jammies, tea
Nothing planned
Time to do nothing at all
And watch the cats play
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
“Our country is now taking so steady a course as to show by what road it will pass to destruction, to wit: by consolidation of power first, and then corruption, its necessary consequence.”
the little girl said ~ I like you more than ice cream ~ and that said it all —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
The Reluctant Poet 