burying the stone
in that hole in my heart
(you know the one)
left behind in the wake
of a wave
core scoured clean
scored by sand
and detritus
scars scratched
into every blind surface
echo etchings
scratched
into permanent
reminder
water always runs
to the lost lowest point
filling crack and crevice
with surface reflection
magnifying truth
and creating mirage
in the desert
of dutiful
destruction
May 23rd, 2023 at 2:07 pm
A deep soulful image to go with these deeply mournful words.
June 10th, 2023 at 1:02 pm
I felt this. You have such a gift for words.