wherever you turn
in scree o’er debris @ sea
a wayfarer maid
gathering our shells
a string a lute a bead sown
a heart within reach
the furthest ashore
the farther thereon well now
a wild and unknown
wherever you turn
in scree o’er debris @ sea
a wayfarer maid
gathering our shells
a string a lute a bead sown
a heart within reach
the furthest ashore
the farther thereon well now
a wild and unknown
I liked this–I do believe it is the first time I’ve seen ‘scree’ used.KB will send you the poem later if that is alright.
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Here on WP…I may have used once before.
I look forward, KB…and more set this day actual chores,
a small dust storm a few days ago and the whole house open.
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