Poem -
This Shore
this shore plays a fine tune
you would like it I think
the gulls and the rage frothing
white
I like it, it calls me and if I close
my eyes tight
there you are... etched and
ghost printed
onto the light
hold my hand tight son
I am lonely I think
finding my way on this shore
which holds a fine tune
you would like it, I think
hold my hand tight son,
I'm am sinking, I sink
MP 14/8/21
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You go girl!!........continue to work it out like this and one day you'll wake up and find yourself feeling quite proud of the work you're compiling here.......ALL STARS!!.......well penned dear poet sister!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo : )
there is something hauntingly beautiful pinned to this page .. and its all thanks to you Marion Price ... 🌻 x
I write about nothing but death and loss these days...I miss him...my son, I miss him. Thankyou lovely man x
I sincerely hope that writing provides some sort of solace or distraction .. I doubt it will take away any of the pain though .. and sense that your grief is no more than entirely understandable under the circumstances you have briefly outlined ..
Try as one might, no one can possibly, or wholly understand the exact and truest extent of your grief, nor the way in which you grieve ..
We are all different in that respect but with some commonalities .. even then it is impossible .. but believe me Marion, I do truly feel for you my friend x
I am touched by your words Neville, writing has been my lifeline and much more preferable to real live people with the exception of a few of my soul friends on here who have been putting up with my ranting raging and ink tears for months. We do what we have to to keep breathing. It is a real pleasure to know you on here...hugs x
.. sentiment well and truly reciprocated Marion :)