Between Here and There

Breakers At Midnight by Elizabeth Crawford

Between Here and There

Memories come in waves,
some in towering white water
that crashes against shoreline
of only hoped for slumber.

Others rhythmically lap
in soft desire for
inducing the same.

Between here and there
is me with,
then without you.

Forever lost between
these waves
of remembering.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/3/2018

Notes: Both images are digital paintings.

Posted at Waiting for Words 3: Word for today is Waves


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4 Responses to Between Here and There

  1. annell4 says:

    Everything happens in between. I think it is lovely, longing, and pure.


  2. Sherry Marr says:

    Oh yes. I know that feeling. Such a poignant poem, my friend.


  3. Marianne says:

    Beautiful words. I can feel the pull of the water, he’s with you and then not with you. Moving and so sad.


  4. Pamela says:

    I can feel this piece. Such sadness and longing, Elizabeth. Excellent write.



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