Low Tide

~~~~~

The tide slips out 

and the sand becomes part of time 

sifting moments into memories 

scattered along a shore 

of unaccepted feelings, 

disappearing on the 

dampened outline 

of what was once 

love

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

I love this..the analogy is perfect

[willweb]

Thank you so much Elizabeth

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the ocean. I have my lakes in Michigan now. The sea is like life. Keeps moving and my place to gather my mind once. Thank you Will for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[willweb]

Thank you so much my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Will.