Measuring The Moment ( Listening To The Seashell)

by Gus Jonsson

Friday 29th October 2010 9:04 pm

Can you hear the nothing to nowhere wind?

Measuring a moment

Somewhere lost in the far away

The never to come or go again

Sunset

Red strokes of night slash bleeding to the edge

White sands stinging

Crystal kissing

Brownest eyes and tumbling hair

Pretty toes and yellow shells

Measuring a moment

Steps out of time for all time

Returning to the sea

The sound of the sea

The sea

◄ Beneath the Umbrella Tree

Jake (This poem was written for a very dear friend on the loss of her true and faithful friend) ►

Comments

Chris Dawson

Sun 31st Oct 2010 15:14

Like this, but particularly the first three lines and 'The never to come or go again' - very poignant. Life's full of those moments where everything can change in an instant - washed out to sea, I guess
Cx

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 31st Oct 2010 14:21

This is lovely, Gus, the speaking of it a pure music in the sound of its words and their syntax. The thought ebbs and flows too, until you grasp it like a piece of floating seaweed and hold it in your hand, and mind. I wonder why no one has commented; perhaps the layout is a bit too disjointed, or too large in font, to hold the thought together in our 'computer screen venue'?

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