Friday, September 18, 2015

Roar by Susan D. Elliott

Roar

His name left written
by driftwood scribe
she stood; bathed by spray
at the ocean’s shore
closing bloodshot eyes
hearing the roar,
like a heartbeat, it
had called him home.
She alone; drowning
in bitterness
watching the tide wash
memories across
the sand, erasing
his name.
                                                               
                                               (c) Susan Elliott


I wrote this as a tribute to Heath Ledger, and it is one of my all-time favorite poems.

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