Salt in our wounds


Sweet as the ocean,
How limpid this life can be.
Limitless, serene.

Or treading water
Over a riptide churning,
With a paper cut.

On an impulse and with a desire to better my skills as a lyricist, I signed up for a two week poetry course through WordPress. This was my response to Day One: Water, Haiku, Simile.

Let me be the first to say it. I’m sorry. This is going to be painful for all of us. Aside from some angsty, overly rhyming pieces I wrote in middle school, I don’t do poetry. For good reasons. So feel free to tune out. Or better yet, send me the poem you would like me to turn into a song.

Photo Credit: Turqoise Beach by Sonja Pieper is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0

5 thoughts on “Salt in our wounds

  1. I took a poetry class – wow, two of them, now that I think about it – in college. It’s a skill that takes practice, just like any other. Not that I ever got good at it! Just that I sympathize with the process. 🙂

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