The remembering

Some mustering of a sea within

I heard your words upon the ridge

You saw me shouting like a fool

You called me down. I stomped my feet I

I felt my face red I

I clenched my fists I

hung down two sloped buckets from my shoulders I

emptied them upon the grass

the grass wet from dew

the earth rejected it

a puddle at my feet I

wept I raged I

forgot about you

I remembered again and

you stood over

the puddle with me


we mustered a sea



Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from current vantage point in Zone of Emptiness, France. If you wish to contribute and/or show appreciation, please recommend/like and/or comment — or send email via the contact page. Thank you for reading. ❤︎

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