Sunday, April 03, 2011

Found

I trespass where he hides,
where spring fog hangs heavy
and the sound of the lapping sea
weaves melodies that never could,
never should be,
suffocating the harmony,
quickly disarming me,
I am found.
He steals my weapons
and flees.

4 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

Very much enjoyed.

Athena Marie said...

Thank you Anthony. It's been awhile since I've written poetry... hard to get back into it!

Noxalio said...

a gotcha of sorts, but who found who? ... nice ... it's good to see you writing once again ... it's certainly been a while ...

noxy.

Athena Marie said...

Ha ha, yes, good question actually. I know it has been a long time... I'm definitely struggling with these but hopefully it will get easier as the month progresses. Thanks for commenting. :)