From tiny beginnings to oceans I discovered the world in words


Sitting, eyes closed

The tide laps the shore,

waves breaking gently.

Now and then

a larger wave rushes on,

taking back the shingle.

Lost in the sound

I ride on the sea,

and breathe.

Eyes open,

I see a tree,

tossed by the wind.

40 miles from the coast.

I live in that moment.


Elaine Morris (c) June 2015.


Comments on: "Sound" (1)

  1. Thank you Mathangi and Christine

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