Tangible PondA Poem by TyTangible PondSomething tangible. Sands and oceans, their waves Together banded till, The moon intervenes. And I'd sit on the banks of rivers and streams, Or outer space. These dreams. Teardrop waterfalls, It seems these waterways would double as watersheds. Longing for closeness, Something tangible, Hoping these ripples in ponds would fade; Calm, clarity, focus. They say, People hear what they see. And I've seen the grief that's heard in night screams The line drawn in the sands. The grand lone line I walk, The clock's hands. The line between rich and poverty again, So again; Something tangible. ![]() © 2018 TyReviews
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