Shoreline break

It doesn’t matter if you cry
into the sea.
It almost makes sense:
War and love entangled here
in her lapping waves.


So beautiful and ugly
her alluring effect
reminds of the will to live,
coupled with the will to give up,
in silent calamity: to die.


Her coldest moment,
the calm sway of her shore
makes the tired body quench-
Desire for such nourishment,
is the ultimate.


Melanie Kate inc.

No loneliness

You said, “It’s never replacement”, when really, it is replacement.


Why is it so hard to walk alone?
when alone is something no one
knows, even
you alongside the rosy bosom flower
cannot recognise the need
to dull the space of nothing.

Why can't the path be lit with
nothing more than one pair of feet
in the mud
of life and laughter spilled raw
in the cuts and bruises
carved shallow in a pillar wall.

Why does it hurt knowing more
than life will wash ashore
upon the swollen beach
exploding deeply into my soul:
sandy places scratch the wound
where hands link elsewhere afar.



Melanie Kate inc.

Other places to find my Bits 'o Bobs & what-knots

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/just-a-disappointment/


work this site by clicking on my actual name at the top of the poem, to see what other's I have up.



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