Micro-Poetry #32



The sand flies with little wings,

Gliding like songbird as it sings;

And as the tides crash against the grains once more,

Only togetherness can prevent the inevitable

Compactness sparing the grains.



I venture through the empty space –

Seeking that familiar smile;

Though the only thing I am capable of feeling

I notice as I stagger breathless

Because my breath belongs to you,

It has since I was last in your arms,

When you took my breath away.

Tell us what you thought:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s