Wind calm
Sun warm
Sky blue
In view
Ships sail
Leave trail
Clouds roam
On dome
Birds fly
In sky
Strand wide
Men glide
Boys play
With clay
Men swim
Some skim
Time flees
Light gleams
Sun sets
Dusk falls
Waves whirl
Tides curl
On shore
Waves roar
Rise high
Touch sky
Strong gales
Puff sails
Gulls shriek
Hawks screech
Men go
In tow
Crowd thins
Night wins
October.10. 2022
~ Placed Nineth~
Brian Strand Premier Choice Poetry Contest
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand.
I hear, but the words mean nothing to me,
Speak to me softly, till I understand.
Harsh winds are wounding; they whip up the sand,
So it stings my eyes and I cannot see.
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand.
A bewildered traveler, lost in a strange land.
The doors are all locked and I don’t have a key
Speak to me softly, till I understand.
And walk with me now, along the seastrand
Where the water is trapped and fights to be free
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand.
I don't belong to the life I had planned,
And I've left behind my old used-to-be,
Speak to me softly, till I understand.
I see your words clearly drawn in the sand
And watch them slowly erased by the sea.
Tell me again, and take hold of my hand.
Speak to me softly, till I understand.
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