Poet Commentaries

Welled Up

a wave of tears
on the shoreline
ground sand

Little bobbles and shells
picked and pocketed;
rubbed rosaries,
washed up last night
from strong waves
in a violent unwelling
I walked the beach
in last night’s storm.
Unknown detritus
brushed and slithered;
wind driven sand.
She needed to be heard,
to vent and cough up.
This morning coffee
so placid and warm,
just a gentle slosh
as the cup is turned.
On our towels
pretty shells
and polished glass.


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