Sunday, April 03, 2011


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.


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 ...


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. :)