Wrecked

Beneath the noontide sun I wait, scorched my thirst calls to you and I cannot quiet it. I’m wrecked by knowledge you’ll bathe me again, bleeding into me as you shred on my sharp edges. Gulls mock my anguish with their lofty cries knowing your death is my birth and vice versa. Such is my... Continue Reading →

For Love and Oceans ~ Maggie Lawson

My poem from Morality Park

MORALITY PARK

STORMY SKY Sea Storm Waves Beach Wallpaper HD
Wondrous
wafture luring
ravenous wretches in.
Inviting emerald pinions
lost souls.Teasing
torrents beckon.
Heartfelt affections swell.
Succumbing to fateful baiting,
blinded.

Buoyant
abysmal bliss,
cradles jaded dreamers.
Lofty gulls cry a lullaby,
skyward.

Surging
seascape thunders,
plundering misplaced trust.
Consuming yearning burns below
bruised skies.

Shipwrecked
shoreline corpses,
sea’s regurgitation.
Casualties of love and ocean;
remains.

©Copyright Maggie Lawson 2018


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