Sunday, 31 March 2013

memoir, 24.3

Like the aftershock of a tidal wave -
The cold, wet sea-spray that washes over
exposed skin and hitched breaths,
gasping for air as I climb to the surface
of a world flooded with salt water
that rose from an ocean
stretching thousands of miles away,
hundreds of days ago,
now a stuttered breath away.

2 comments:

  1. WOW! This is beautiful and richly descriptive! *hugs Noam* Lovely poem sister!

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  2. http://www.sodahead.com/entertainment/jerry-maguire-child-star-all-grown-up-do-you-feel-old/question-2275215/?link=ibaf&q=&imgurl=http://i823.photobucket.com/albums/zz158/Lens_Flare_Love/wow.gif

    Yeah, I know it's a long link ~glares at google~
    And I haven't actually watched that movie, but I've watched two others with him in it...

    ANYWAY
    That's irrelevant!
    THAT, was an awesome poem! Love it! :D

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