By the water's edge
vastly in hues of blue
are ushering in
rippled waves
cascading into my shoes
I peer out
as if to see
an awaited vessel
coming for me
Mistaken me not
though it's later
than it seems...
The vacant waters
appear blankly distant
no end that I can see...
another day passes
and there's still only me.
You might have titled this, "Waiting For My Ship To Come In" - I like this poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks RNSANE!
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