To the wind

I dare all winds that crawl like stricken birds
over grassy hills in gloomy desperation
that bellows in the late hours of the night
with hideous sighs of see-through glass:

Leave me here to time's devices
to the sound of seashells and more
let gentle perish be my hollow mass
and sand be all my broken feet shall know.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2005-11-13 at 01:06

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Teala
This is so vivid and haunting. I love the ocean, it brings tears to my eyes, and so does this poem.
2006-04-10


Christian Ward
I love the images your poem creates. So sublime...
2006-03-06


Morpheus
Such an exotic blend of words and life. Wonderful...
2006-03-05


she
Sometimes I wish I could see the world from the way someone like you sees it.Thankyou for letting me see it through your words.....really that was really awesome.
2006-02-10


Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
Hiya Bob,
Makes me want to cry and be all nostalgic. Keep on writing !
Loadsaluv
Esti
2005-11-13


Zoya Zaidi
"Leave me here to time's devices
to the sound of seashells and more
and sand be all my broken feet shall know."
Ilove these lines;
John you are a find!
2005-11-13


penfold18
Great lines bob, this is very good work.
2005-11-13


Inked.
Beautiful.
2005-11-13