francesflem16

United Kingdom

STOLEN

June 2, 2019

FREE WRITING

1
The white water swells,
                                   the wave breaks,
                    peaks and troughs.
The poem floats,  
                words stolen by wind
             writes a story in the sea
        warmth, 
            I cannot feel
laughter
                        Am I deaf to it?
                                    Distant, 
                                        the shore
                                                  far
                                                     away.
And all that is left, 
                    fragments
                                   phrases, 
reunited into:
            warmth
                            seeps through a 
splash of laughter
                dripping as 
           the pebbles                 swim.
I wanted to play with form and punctuation so I took my poem beach and adapted it to form this poem. 

Login or Signup to provide a comment.