Rhapsody in green

green curls

Ever so gently green curls crash on sand.
I Loves You Porgy weaves
In and out of waves
In a licorice sound,
Breaking my heart anew.

Life hangs on
In green curls of lichen
Bound to driftwood,
In tumbles of pebbles
In lacy waters.

My feet lead me nowhere
And my heart astray.
Will I ever find the way home
Before curled fingers close the lid?

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About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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12 Responses to Rhapsody in green

  1. AnElephantCant change his mind ever
    Emmy is the best poet this side of the moon
    But if he has to guess
    As to who is playing Bess
    He thinks Nina Simone is singing this wee tune


  2. john zande says:

    Oh, you’ll find home, Em.


  3. themodernidiot says:

    Last line, BAM! Loved it.


  4. PapaBear says:

    Home can be wherever you want it to be… Most times the problem is the journey you take to get there. Really nice poem, Emm. A bit on the sad side, but I liked it. 🙂


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