Bones piled high
bleached white beneath scouring sands
time has turned for
each passing of the hour.
Tides flow in and ebb out
casting upon the shores
detrius found deep from beneath
magic and wonders not seen
since the last turn of the clock.
Tears leeched from their souls
tasking glories to be replaced
upon cobble stoned streets
that have been forgotten.
Prophecies abound and stories flow
of change to come once more.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
September 28/17
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen
A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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