As I had for many mournful months
I sat at ocean’s edge
alone
lost in stillness
mesmerized by the tranquility
of wavelets lapping
up the silent sand
the sun reached down
and stroked my hand
warm, soft, strong
much as her touch once
comforted my starving soul
then memories blinded tearful eyes
the darkened day turned cold
but then I heard the sounds of joy
the sounds of life renewed
children laughing
singing, screaming
a songbird flitting by
and I heard it
the voice within
at last,
there is hope
again
tio stib
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Hi Steve,
Thanks for sharing your fractured fairy tales and your journey through this stage of your life. I’ve always enjoyed your work.
Jim White Made Up Stories
On Sun, Sep 6, 2020 at 10:33 AM Travels with Tio wrote:
> tiostib posted: ” As I had for many mournful months I sat at ocean’s edge > alone lost in stillness mesmerized by the tranquility of wavelets lapping > up the silent sand the sun reached down and stroked my hand warm, soft, > strong much as her touch once comforted my starv” >
Your kind thoughts are most appreciated, wishing you good health and good writing.
A poem filled with wonderful sounds, and hope.
Thank you.