Advent III – The Drowning

by Peter Notehelfer




The day

like the sea

swallows its wreckage

Down down down we float

Our faces drawn taut

by descent

in time


The panic

of drowning

always yields to peace

Breathlessly we all surrender

to the pressured depths

of love’s task

gone cold


Pale glassy

our eyes gaze

through floating grass

searching the lost moments

Our hand floats empty

of the flower

it held 

3 Comments to “Advent III – The Drowning”

  1. Lovely Peter, i’ll email you later.

  2. Incredibly good, and odd because I was just mulling some lines in my head about dark waves.

  3. Very nice. I like the sense of surrender. Well done.

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