Poetry 'n Prose

Pockets of Angels

I find myself still, in the company
Of rain and the slow seagulls dance
Of the shoreline,
Outside the wind is a sea longing
For a smooth flat shore

You told me once the waves
Offered you a watch
And once found you a tiny white cross
In stones

I knelt there once
In front of your lost altar
I kissed the secret you made
Now I can only open my hands
For the small change
From the pockets of angels

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

5 replies on “Pockets of Angels”

Thanks Andrea and Mary, the sea – and humankind’s relationship with the sea – is a reoccurring theme. I was in the midst compiling volume two of the Dreams of the Sea, when this arrived, from memory, my own relationships and a sense of place I find on coastal shores.

Related too was reading Karen Liebreich’s story of a heart-rending letter found washed up in a bottle off the Kent coast… Karen eventually found the author in France and discovered a story of tragic loss and the chance of healing when they met.

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