Beached


There are numbers on my days
I don't know what they are,

but

I remember when water was silver
and I could skate on sand,

lost

horizons undulating curves
rocks loom dark, shiny,

there

are ghosts in the water
please look for me.




Poetry by shells
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Written on 2017-03-18 at 01:06

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Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written
a joy to read
Thanks for sharing
2017-05-01


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. You submerged us with you.
2017-03-20



Beautiful reflections. I like it.
Ashe
2017-03-20


Rob Graber
Very attractive!
2017-03-19


Esti D-G
Simply beautiful!
2017-03-19



This is lovely. It gives the impression of a mysterious entanglement between you and the landscape--hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
2017-03-18


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
beautiful, evocative and a depth of sadness reflecting in those waves.

Elle x
2017-03-18


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
it sounds like you are becoming a part of your own history. this seems enigmatic, or utterly honest.
2017-03-18


Jalaj Soni
Beached but lost there..

There are ghosts in the water, please look for me.

The setting and the end coalesce beautifully.

I just hope that no one actually finds you there.. :p
2017-03-18