He said:
“With us, there is no such thing as goodbye.”
I found myself on the shore
Of grey wind & wave break
Before me, a rocky headland,
To my right dunes, hissed
With wisps of grass.
Only the sound of wind & water could be heard,
No bird called or appeared.
I walked the strand,
Alone but not alone,
Alone but never Alone.
Above my head
A plain of strato-cumulus
Blanketed the scene with more silvery grey
But beyond it,
Way out,
The energetic origin of our atmosphere
The sun
Still shone
Unseen.
I made my way upon the shore.
He said:
“With us, there is no such thing as goodbye.”
For National Poetry Day 2018
“With us, there is no such thing as goodbye.”
I found myself on the shore
Of grey wind & wave break
Before me, a rocky headland,
To my right dunes, hissed
With wisps of grass.
Only the sound of wind & water could be heard,
No bird called or appeared.
I walked the strand,
Alone but not alone,
Alone but never Alone.
Above my head
A plain of strato-cumulus
Blanketed the scene with more silvery grey
But beyond it,
Way out,
The energetic origin of our atmosphere
The sun
Still shone
Unseen.
I made my way upon the shore.
He said:
“With us, there is no such thing as goodbye.”
For National Poetry Day 2018
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