The Shore: Dusk, Breeze and Tricks…
Beach.
Damp sand lurks between cold toes.
Dusk hesitates to descend.
Breeze picks up remnants
Of the sun’s setting warmth to worry
My damp hair and I shiver instinctively…
Reach.
Sun bleeds from its weakening throes.
Sky glows at day’s end.
Tide spills its remnants
On bare feet as in solitude I tarry
There, emotive and staring reflectively…
Beseech.
Pleading that the sadness goes.
Hope shapes as if to ascend.
Mind unburdened by remnants
Of the shore’s tricks which carry
Away woe and loneliness deceptively…
Pete Ray
December 2019…
How it is when I can be a part of something, rather than on the edges looking in…
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