2 responses to “Watching the sordid sea

  1. “No gorgeous ache as rust (rused; are/our us t:ea) as me.” I flipping love that. There is no gorgeous ache to parallel that of rust … because it’s waited and waited and waited. So you’re comparing yourself to rust. (Or not. It’s just a thought.)

    “a boy could never love her” … Whew, is that the truth! Except her son. Maybe he could love her. (Or perhaps the she is the sea. Maybe it takes a man to love her. A sailor. Ooh, so now maybe the she is a siren in the sea.)

    “… could never love her thousand buts” … Incredible.

    Ask the moon. I love that. The moon sees it all and could probably tell us some pretty juicy stories.

    This is really cool. You should do more of them.

I try to reciprocate all comments. If you want me to visit a particular post, please direct me directly to that post.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.