Sailboat With Orange Sky
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“.

Empty Beach White Wave

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

43 thoughts on “Tercets”

  1. Every Word A Sound
    An Emotion Guitar
    Strings of Vocal
    Chords Play
    Become Symbols
    True Articulating
    Organic Flesh and Blood
    Traveling Past Distance,
    Space, Time or Even Flesh
    And Blood Matter Records Old Records New
    Piano Hammers
    HoMe BeaT GoeS oN..:)

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