It wasn’t the moon
wasting its silver
in the murderous sea
but your footsteps in sand
slowly washing away, telling
you’d never be back…
A second cherita for Marian at toads…
—
November 11, 2018
It wasn’t the moon
wasting its silver
in the murderous sea
but your footsteps in sand
slowly washing away, telling
you’d never be back…
A second cherita for Marian at toads…
—
November 11, 2018
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff
very evocative!
It’s beautiful. Is it yours?
Yes of course
I’m sorry, I just wanted to double check. Thank you 😊
Lovely write Bjorn.
wow – powerful words and fitting for this remembrance day – and love the clapton song
Ah, got me right in the feels, in the belly…
Oh, this makes me cry and paired with that song…goodness
This is magic …. sad as well.
Nice!
Ah, that is felt. Those footsteps getting washed away always leave a kind of sadness behind.
Lovely writing, Bjorn. You picked a perfect song to harmonize with it.