Best Poems Written by Samantha Dennett

Upon Unwashed Stones

In my fancy, I sat upon yet unwashed stones, 
surrounded by Tide's ebbing and rising flows. 
Time comes and goes and 
the stones wear, erode. 
But still I return 
to sanctuary, 
my abode. 
I return to silence broken by 
free-flying gulls and 
gentle lapping waves. 
The sea, Great Lady, everchanging 
but not, 
calls 
inspires 
never tires. 
When pull comes, she accedes 
then on distant shore rises, 
then to me returns, 
returns 
returns again. 
Would that I could do but the same? 
Something not to be. 
So I sit, 
I listen, 
I wait 
upon unwashed stones. 
And instead, 
I dream.

Copyright © Samantha Dennett | Year Posted 2007