Kate Barnwell - Poetry


I hear the world in a sea-shell lip

And your voice in the wash of a wave

I sit on a rock made of ages turned

Before mute sands, not yet made

I see in the fields, the heavens born

And your face in the brightest of flowers

I feel colours bursting to scents

Time lingers in harmonious hours

I witness the rain sweeping your cheeks

Watch it mingle with salt in your eyes

Let lowly winds wipe away whispers

To dissolve and distract our goodbyes

I sense the restless need for calm

To pace upon my brow

And consume these wistful wanderings

For it is all I can allow.



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Read by Tobias Menzies

from I POEMS

Ever Truly Yours