~ God told me to be an artist, week 56.
Friday 19th January, 2024.
This week I felt like writing a poem...so I did.
Here it is.
--
'The'
The wind,
it resounds.
Stirs my heart as it shuts my eyes,
folds down the edges,
holds gently the cries.
The moon,
it sings.
Spins slowly as it graces it's stage
Polishing the darkness,
darkens the plagues.
The sea,
it groans.
Rushes through the gaps in you and me,
crashes onto our shores,
widens our sea.
The heart,
it stops.
The wind blow in as the moon follows on,
I clutch my chest,
the sea level drops.
--
Think I might make a collage with these words, what do you reckon?
See you next week, Cath x
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