Craig Cornish's Silence Listens Contest...2 June 25
Following night's tenebrous sheen on this aging lake- humped seashells drifted on aimlessly; I Iaid forlorn by an old palm tree needing to connect with anyone, anyone until turbulent waves slapped my face.. How bitter this stab of aloneness ....gripping the hidden lament without relief and eve's naked rays were gone upon my chilling pores... and no one cared about my misery. Insolent ripples drowned my grate of angst where bleary eyes grieved like a widow: I moaned in hushes yet not even a restless wind heard my internal oration, my calls for reprieve --- begging for a timber of sound beneath a shawl of dimming stars , no one , not even the silence of a saintly breeze cared to listen ...not now. 4th place
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