I don’t remember when I left that word. It must have been upon some beach. My breath oppresses. Were I silent like a bird I might have flown securely on my way. I left that word abandoning its sound And hope the sand will keep its harm at bay. Years ago it filled my heart. I sung, But now I would forget what passed my lips Repenting, if I may, to soothe my tongue.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Laura Bloomsbury is hosting featuring tercets with specified rhyme words coming from Raymond Garlick’s poem “Welsh-Speaking Sea“.