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Author Name: FreeSensual Sorceress 7 Comments
Date Added: September 20, 2012 11:09:42 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Her bones washed ashore at neap tide. 
Crabs would sidle through the hollow ribcage, 
as he sat listening to the echoes of pod song.
Heaving them inland, he took them home
and submerged them in the bathtub.
Later, he carved his initials into her ribs, polished
each one and fashioned them into a table. 
When melancholy stirred the seabed into broken promises,
he could imagine she still sang for him, 
until moonlight flooded the room, 
splashed over the whalebones and he wept
because he had never learned to swim.   
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Comment By: FreePelagic Mind on August 19, 2014 05:25:24 PM Report
This is a good poem! Like it!!! :) 
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on September 22, 2012 04:54:43 PM Report
You have so much class, Aces...Such a meloncholy poem....len
Comment By: PremiumHarry William Harborne on September 21, 2012 05:49:17 AM Report
Just when I thought it was safe to read your work again, you do this to me. Quite Phenon Phenom fenom, amazing.   Bill H
Comment By: FreeAdri on September 20, 2012 03:29:25 PM Report
Oh wow, this is gorgeous. This reminders me, style wise, of some of Ingrid Jonker poems. 
It is bone chilling, and awe inspiring 


Comment By: PremiumKymberly Donn on September 20, 2012 12:58:49 PM Report
Ah, such morose musing my dear, put forth in that style that is uniquely your own. Exquisite!


Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on September 20, 2012 11:34:38 AM Report

My goodness what sadness to read... To late in life we learn....To swim...

So glad your back you have been gone way to long pretty lady....

 Always ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on September 20, 2012 11:27:51 AM Report
Beautifully written; but, sad.  Glad to see you posting again.........

Lady D


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