The line is blurred between the sea and sky
with greyest white, and lightest lacy mist
that drifts, like wraiths, to where the seabirds fly
in wreaths of winter’s breath, by ocean kissed.
With greyest white, and lightest lacy mist
the rain creeps in, like tendrils, up the hill
in wreaths of winter’s breath, by ocean kissed
as I curl up with you in evening’s chill.
The rain creeps in, like tendrils, up the hill;
the wind is bending grasses t’wards the earth.
As I curl up with you in evening’s chill
we celebrate the seasons - death and birth.
The wind is bending grasses t’wards the earth
and stirring gauzy curtains by our bed.
We celebrate the seasons; death and birth.
Let’s love today. Who knows what lies ahead?
And stirring gauzy curtains by our bed
the wind caresses us. You smile, and sigh.
Let’s love today. Who knows what lies ahead?
The line is blurred between the sea and sky.
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Author Notes
A pantoum is a poem that is made up of quatrains. In a pantoum the second and fourth lines of the previous stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next stanza. Traditionally, the third line of the first stanza is the second line of the final stanza, and the first line of the poem is also the last line of the poem. I chose NOT to make my third line of the first stanza as the second of the final - sorry, but I like mine better!
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