not unlike
summer thunder,
cascading noise
swallows pebbles,
the strand
cold-wet
under waves
of my
passion.
along a
lover's brink
I stumble across
an eon of
silent
stones.
Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
13 hours ago
Rick,
ReplyDeleteGods get deafened by their own thunder and disregard any normal clack.
Trulyfool
Indeed they do...How true Trulyfool!
ReplyDeletea lovers brink...and eon of stones...hmm...intriguing...perhaps to be turned over and over one at a time...
ReplyDeleteI love summer thunder
ReplyDelete"an eon of silent stones" ---love that, beautifully writ.
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