Riptide
written by: L.M.Giannone
@LISAGNO
Specks of black and gold
Under the blanket
Where we made love
Footprints in the sand
Surf pulsing
Tide washes away
Any remnants of you and I
Broken seaglass along the shore
Sand dollar not worth a dime
Cracked in pieces
Pummeled into dust
Dunes of sand
Grains spiral and dissipate into the air
Hearts made of shells
Crushed underfoot
Abandoned tide pools
Castles crumble dissolving into their moats
Sun suspends on the horizon
For a moment time stands still
Then slowly descends
With one final kiss
Waves break in rhythm
Stronger grows the riptide
Pulled farther away
Out to sea
L. M. Giannone is a writer and poet living in the San Francisco Bay Area. Originally from Southern Connecticut, Lisa transplanted herself in California to escape the harsh winters and summers of New England.
She is the author of No Vacancy, a collection of humorous personal essays, and A Touch of Noir, a collection of short stories written in noir style. She has two books in the works for 2017 publication.
She is the author of No Vacancy, a collection of humorous personal essays, and A Touch of Noir, a collection of short stories written in noir style. She has two books in the works for 2017 publication.
