Nothing

Photo by Alan Cleaver - http://www.flickr.com/photos/alancleaver/

Nothing but ticking clocks,

non-stop.

An irremovable blot.

A ceaseless movement forward

into nothing.

Nothing but wondering why

our time seems to fly,

or what's beyond the sky.

Why do we even bother, to try.

Nothing.

Surely there's a point

to our creaking joints?

A meaning

behind all these feelings.

Nothing, but old photographs

in a worn-out frame,

of a long-forgotton name;

that will still only fade,

to

nothing.

Emma Barrett

Peaceful, Calming Seas

Photo by Mckay Savage -http://www.flickr.com/photos/mckaysavage/

I sail above your mirrored depths –

On shades of jade and green;
That roll and crash above a world;

Immersed, and sub-marine.

Your skin that strokes the waiting shores –

A call to come and play;

In tides that rise, then drift away,

At different times each day.

A veil of sea spray whips the bow,

And trips upon the water;

On gentle swell, through glassy wave,

That sighs with salt aroma.

Let me drift upon your depths,

Gently rocked to ease.

On silent, blue that meets the sky,

On peaceful, calming seas.

Emma Barrett