FLOUNDERING
FLOUNDERING
Unabating
memories
scathing
if they could fade
disappear
into deep twilight's shade
I'd find rest and relief
yet my waiting's in vain
skies are moving
clouds
gathering
grey
overwhelming
constantly hovering
they catch my eye
they leave me floundering
Elaine Booth
Mon 21st Mar 2011 20:05
Everything we said last Tuesday - love this poem. Really appreciate how succinct and evocative it is. x