The Glass Sea

The Glass Sea short poem

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The tide stroked at my toes.
It reminded me how… gentle
Your touch used to be.

A gilded sun enveloped the glass sea,
Glistening; the way your
Eyes lit a darkened room.

Waves,
Crashed.

Semi-translucent images
Come and go on a waning tide
Ebbing as only life itself can
To remind me that tomorrow
There will be no kiss…

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David has been writing poetry for over 40 years and has been published many times in magazines and in anthology books. He has studied many poetry forms and enjoys writing in new and archaic forms. His books can be found on feedaread.com and he is an established poetry judge.
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