The Promised Poem

The Promised Poem


It touches shadowed corners.
Beckons with rolling thunder.
Heart swells,
Catching in my throat and breaking
Into a salty sob.
I’m caught unaware,
Broken skin
Smarting when the brine hits.
Waves soothe.
Expansive mother rocks,
This great globe spins,
Rises and falls in perfect synchrony,
Never unwatched, always held.
Just like me.

  • Susie
    Posted at 15:09h, 25 January Reply


    • Alison Treat
      Posted at 20:02h, 25 January Reply

      Thank you, Susie!

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