Sunday, 7 April 2013


The Water’s Edge
Taken from the anthology ‘Water’
© Teresa Joseph Franklin

 The water’s edge is where I stand
Upon this beautiful land
It stretches for miles and miles
The sand so soft beneath, underneath
Hidden treasures, un-measurable
The tiny glistening, gleaming, glittering
Powdery, gritty pebbles
With the sun setting in the distance
The water ebbing and flowing
Backwards and forwards
Gently, softly gracefully
Like dancing to a tune that is so silent
That only the waves know the tune
Bringing with it treasure from distant lands
Solitary silence
Solitary moments
Solitary private moments
Quietly standing on this shoreline
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
7th April 2013
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