ksefan1@ymail.com
2009-12-02 16:37:03 UTC
behind the horizon, casting a soothing shadow
over the glasslike surface of the sea.
My feet dangle off the dock,
toes touching the icy Maine water.
Gentle waves lap the beach,
strewn with slick rocks
and small shards of ocean glass.
Soft footsteps on the aged wood
break the silence of nature.
Whispers float in the wind
as if they were tickling my ears.
Forgotten names carved
into the smooth planks.
The world’s diary
right below my fingertips.
Whats a good title for this?Thank you all for your feedback on my last poem!