Initials carved
on a tree
in the sand
silent cries
begging
witness?
Mortal eyes
only offer
indifference
Signals then,
to a sentient being,
nature-sourced
an ancient longing,
indefinable,
unquenchable
Tides erase,
time distorts –
no telling
what response
will be achieved –
a superstitious quest.
(Written for 50 word Thursday. Image compliments of Deb Whittam.)
V.J.
this was so lovely
a beautiful blanket of question(s) to rest upon and ponder
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Thanks, AM; it means so much, coming from you!
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too generous – thanks so much V.J.
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Ancient longings to leave a mark. I like the mystery in this poem.
It made me think of the Lost Colony at Roanoke and the word “Croatoan” that was later found carved on a post.
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Love the mysterious!
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Accient longing..undefined …unquenchable
What a line
Good my Morning my friend
How have are your travels been…I think what you are doing sounds so exciting
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Thanks, Sheldon. Rainy here today. Traffic slow. We are headed north to our nations capital
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This is an incredible poem, it really made me think.
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Thanks, Deb
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