"DaughterSounding" [original poetry]
DaughterSounding
Beach ashes of August, spit out into evening,
swirled out over October's metronome of rhythmic spray,
sea curls rounding, returning those remnants of fire
now dissolved into salt.
My father's urn of ashes and bone,
saved like a paper napkin from prom
in mother's rearranged room.
In that silence, I still hear
the ocean's heart beat on,
past life, past death, past the placing of ash
on this dusted mahogany shelf.
What a beautiful lines
My father's urn of ashes and bone,
saved like a paper napkin from prom
in mother's rearranged room.
I am Singing @geke.
Thank you
Great section. A beautiful poem indeed!
<3 J. R.
geke this is superb. i really like what you've done with the perspective.
thank you @torico ❤
I love how you subverted the usual emotion associated with a beach and used grief instead. This is just beautiful
A one shelf symphony of life. Beautiful.
Beautiful, @geke. Just beautiful.
Nice my friend 💕
I love this line: "saved like a paper napkin from prom".
The rhythm of this piece is graceful like a calm sea.
thank you @jayna!
In that silence, I still hear
the ocean's heart beat on
I love how you turn us here toward something timeless, more than memory or hope or any easily named emotion. Your poetry astounds me.
wounderful place