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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Water on the brain

My hush-hushed secret,
rush-rush waves will tell you,
isn't a leaked taboo
of still, stale waters,
or worse, worry-wracked seas.
It's too simply my clipped
and unwary tale
of the calming ocean
I sensed when I waded
into the shallows
of your penetrating eyes.

4 comments:

Kay Tracy said...

This is plush-plush. But where is "wishwashed?"

~Kay

Francis Scudellari said...

I'm saving wishwashed for a longer poem I'm working on.

Kay Tracy said...

I'll be looking for it.
;)

Francis Scudellari said...

I just posted ti :).