THE SHINE JOURNAL

Flash Literature, Poetry, Art and Photography!

One from Toni

 

 

 

 

Shades of night are

Falling fast as the blue glass sea

Becomes a tuneless treble to my ears.

I am lost in the absence of sound.

I no longer understand the logic of words.

Visions of days depart into the sea                                        

Like seashells adrift on the sand.

Once lost, Once found.

                                   

Toni, VFI Workshop Participant

(from Women Writing in Prison: An Anthology)

 

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