Moonlight has banished an ocean of stars,
pouring molten silver across the water.
Murmuring waves remember a primal ocean,
write poetry in their foam,
erase the day from a busy beach.
A harsh breeze crashes across treetops
as if breaking on a coral reef
and distant sea-birds call evenings end,
sharp disembodied sentinels of the night.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Beautifully written.
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This is a lovely evocation of the ocean. I like the thought that the sea remembers its primal beginning.
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Assured of beautiful poetry on your blog. Good one.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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You painted the scene so vividly.
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