You once sat with me on a piece of flotsam
Telling me stories about the ship that had sunk in the stormy sea
“All were lost”
you said with a tear on your cheek
I never knew you never told me
All had not been lost
A small boy and his scruffy dog had floated into the bay
A fisherman and his wife found the two survivors and raised them as their own
One day you went out to sea looking for something you had lost
You never told me what you were seeking
“All were lost”
I carved into broken wood
A piece of flotsam where we will never sit again
“Please take me out to sea faithful tide
where I can be joined with the one
I have lost…”
Photograph~ “Winter Tide” L. Moon copyright 2012
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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You once sat with me on a piece of flotsam
Well woven poem of lost love.
You bring tears to the heart.
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A short story in so few lines….very nicely crafted.
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This made me melt, Leslie. I truly look forward to all your poetry posts 🙂
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