Old Salt

The cure for anything is salt watersweat, tears or the sea. – Isak Dinesen
(pen name of author Karen Blixen)

….
Weep with me, stars,
for some of you are not meant for sky,
but for greater depths than you can ever fathom.

Groan with me, tears,
run down these cheeks at full speed and
marathon your way to some brighter bit of hope.

Fall with me, wave
goodbye to all things made of sand.
We’ll find some higher rock on which to struggle, stand.

 

 

…..
Written for Poetic Asides, Day 24.

 

 

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1 Response to Old Salt

  1. I love the sound in this poem, De.

Use your words.

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