Featured Review on this writing by Nite-Owl
"Ouch! That last line "And your gift of raptured pearls, lays tarnished on the beach". Over all the poem was great, loved it!."
Your Promise
What good is your promise,
You’ve gone to time’s lagoons.
We splashed in ankle surf,
And tugged a sinking kite.
What good is that prayer you whispered,
In night's haunted arctic deserts.
When the raging of your storms,
Died beneath an August moon.
What good is your echo,
Your shells forswore their tide pools.
And your gift of raptured pearls,
Lays tarnished on the beach.
Submitted: May 22, 2022
© Copyright 2022 Laird. All rights reserved.
Comments
Oh wow…. That was amazing
Sat, May 28th, 2022 10:51pm
Author
Reply
Thanks so much! Hearing a positive response steadies my uncertainty.
Sat, May 28th, 2022 4:05pm
Ouch! That last line "And your gift of raptured pearls, lays tarnished on the beach". Over all the poem was great, loved it!.
Tue, May 31st, 2022 11:25pm
Author
Reply
Thanks for your kind words, Nite-Owl.
Tue, May 31st, 2022 5:12pm
DampKitten
Fabulous imagery and symbolism. I like your poems..
Sun, May 22nd, 2022 6:15pmAuthor
Reply
Thank you, DampKitten. Your erotica is the almighty, crushing volcanoes in his fists and hurling down the slag.
Sun, May 22nd, 2022 11:57am