The detritus
Which washes up
On my shore
Which washes up
On my shore
I wonder at it
Why it won’t just
Wash away
Instead, oh instead
It just piles up
Detritus
My mistakes…
I hold the tides
I hold them back
On my shores
The revelation
It strikes me deep
It won’t wash
It won’t wash away
Until I let the tide
Tides roll out
The tide rolls in
Carries it in
Detritus
And I hold on
The detritus
Make it mine
I make it me
The tide rolls in
I hold on
I make it me
I can’t let go
Detritus
Won’t wash away
Until I let
Let them go
My mistakes…
Howe Sound
Sea to Sky Highway
Britannia Beach
British Columbia, Canada, 2016
Sea to Sky Highway
Britannia Beach
British Columbia, Canada, 2016
April is National Poetry Month and I am participating in the National Poetry Writing Month challenge (NaPoWriMo) — 30 poems in 30 days. Though, I’ll no doubt write more than 30. š All the poetry I write this month can be found here.
This post is also a response to this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, Landscape.