Written one night camped by the ocean at the recent conference in Pt Lincoln. It was an incredible time.
Out
in the bay
The ocean slaps at my feet
Far beyond the dark water
A single star falls
So bright,
So brief
Fading out before it reached the water
And I wept
On the far shore
I wept
Sarah K Reece 
another thought – I may have a 10-minute slot performing poetry in a festival in my town on sept 5 “The Stuff of Life” – I think I may read others’ poems too, not just my own. So I’d like to include this one. Have just re-read it with that in mind, to make it my own and I fully notice the change of time in the last part. I am now wondering how you as the poet would feel about ‘reach the water’ … and then the rest in past tense. That creates a beautiful tension in performing it. Somehow the line that ends with…reach(ed) the water in my mind seems to belong to the image of the scenery…? (Feeling on very thin ice here, interfering with your poem… so stepping back gently to await a sound…)
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For you, Barbara, yes. That works. You are welcome to read it, with your changes. I’ll be there in spirit. Tell me how it goes x
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Reblogged this on Solitary 4 Tomorrow and commented:
beautiful, simply and deep:
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