Friday, July 4, 2008

Poetry Friday

I'm back with an original inspired by my recent travels in South Carolina. I have missed Poetry Friday tremendously.

Spanish Moss
by Nicola Turner

There is no meaning
in the coming
and the going
of waves on the shore, they are automatic
But, the tern dives
with such precision
And the pelicans perform
breathtaking summeraults
My thoughts are weighed down by you
like lace curtains, or Spanish moss on live oaks
Beautiful in their mourning veils
filtering the sunlight

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1 comment:

Cloudscome said...

How sweet and sad. I really like the last five lines. Welcome back!