WELCOME!

I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Saturday, August 21, 2010

BREAKER

Waves wash in unexpectedly, heaving and surging,

threatening our very footing, as one of our own

is wrestled under, ill equipped for the

fight of his life, which finds all

of us standing aground,

ourselves breathing

shallowly.

Marie Elena

6 comments:

  1. I've come to consider myself "family" rightly so or not. I stand aground with the rest. I understand.

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  2. Rightly so. I knew you'd understand. Bless you.

    M.E.

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  3. What a strong poem, Marie, but I'm so sorry, Marie.

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  4. Thank you so much, Mary. You know, your support out here of Walt and me is so endearing, and appreciated greatly. Such a sweetheart you are, as well as an excellent poet.

    M.E.

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  5. Powerful words wash over me like waves as I read it.
    Marie Elena, what can I say!

    Patricia
    PM_Poet Writer

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