Quiet Still

I am quiet still

floating upon the waves
only minutes before
came crashing…

the night is ours
to do with what we will
but for now,

I am quiet still
in these little deaths

when amber resin drips
honey’d sweet
cocked hard

and anchored deep.

June 27, 2015 9:51 pm

About bethbluemusings

I wanna quit my job, peddle my free verse by the side of the road...no money you say? No worries...it's free, man...the verses are free....
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3 Responses to Quiet Still

  1. paulsands says:

    A beautiful rendition of a nightime’s flushed successes.

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  2. cooldragon says:

    You are unique, Beth, and a true wonder. This is a wonderful poem.

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