Name of Water
My lips move in your naming
soft as foam on curling seas.
Summer surf devours promise;
sand dissolves, and liquid, leaves.
Autumn ebbs in the silver moonlight;
I'm left only winter words.
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Sunday Mini-Challenge: Sijo
My attempt at a sijo, a form of Korean syllable counting poetry, with groups of alternating phrases. For full details, see Kerry's excellent explanation at the above link.
Image: Umhalanga Beach, (c) Jaime Clark
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