The Deep
By
Lisa A.Williams
Salty taste of you
in my tears
pulling me downward
to the sands I have never seen
with these all too human eyes.
I know they are there
like the soul knows
its maker.
You rise above me,
pushing the earthiness back
to its roots.
Deep blue-
mirror of the sky,
waiting for the moon-
Milky white ghost
who haunts these shores
I call home.
Milky white ghost
who haunts these shores
I call home.
pushing the earthiness back
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Thank you for the vivid, thought-provoking journey into the deep.
jld
Always appreciate hearing from you. Thank you.
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There are times others come to the rescue. Friends give way to feelings of endearment. Nicely Lisa!
Hank
Thank you Hank!
DeleteLisa this is amazing, I love every line. Your writing is phenomenal and the emotional depth in your work is outstanding. You humble me
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful compliment from such a talented writer! Thank you so much!
DeleteYou are most welcome and most deserving =) The new prompt is up if you are interested!
DeleteWonderful & love the haunting emotion feel to it.
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DeleteThis strikes me as pretty ethereal, Lisa!!! Nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary!
DeleteBeautiful work Lisa, very uplifting to read tonight ~
ReplyDeleteThank you Grace.
DeleteSuch a beautiful piece Lisa!
ReplyDeleteSo much emotion, she being pushed down into memory... ethereal and gorgeous! Amy
ReplyDeleteI love the lines "like a soul knows its maker". Beautiful write.
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