I hear a call in the distance clear
as day, I swear it’s calling my
name from beneath the wat’ry
depths it beckons, “Come here.”
Unclear what to do,
I look to you,
your “safety”
keeps me
dry.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I hear a call in the distance clear
as day, I swear it’s calling my
name from beneath the wat’ry
depths it beckons, “Come here.”
Unclear what to do,
I look to you,
your “safety”
keeps me
dry.
I have looked at six of your poems and loved them all. Your love of nature reflects through them and you are so good at building atmosphere and weird pictures. Reminds me of Wordsworth. You will go far as a poet.
Sundar