Echoing voices in the wind –
Rumbling waves call unto me …
In sombre black unhappiness,
Between yesterday and tomorrow.
“Come to me – I will keep you safe”
The sea speaks in her persuasive tones
“In me you may forget the past –
In me avoid your lost tomorrows.”
Walking down this sandy beach –
Broken shells and empty bottles
Lay in the sand forlorn … forgotten –
Flotsam thrown-up by the sea.
“Oh mighty mother you speak to me,
Of safety in your loving arms
But this flotsam that you’ve left behind
Sings to me another rhyme.”
Echoing voices in the wind –
Rumbling waves call unto me …
Yes, I think I’ll stay yet for a while,
Between yesterday and tomorrow.
© G.s.k. ‘15
OctPoWriMo – Day 21
Poet's Corner 