Tuesday, April 3, 2012


I scan the cerulean sea for signs of your passage
my confidence diminishes with each passing wave
the gulls mock my virtue and titter at my desolation
despondent, yet sanguine, I follow the sand


Ravenblack said...

The gulls mocking the narrator vividly gets across the utter loneliness the narrator feels. Interestingly, the use of the word sand suddenly transforms what is suppose to be beach to possible desert. A good metaphor to sum up all that is being felt here.

Nicely done.

CygnetSeven said...

Thanks Raven! =)