3 Sisters – Poetry

3 Sisters

The moon,
The sea,
My cycle –
They’re all the
same to me
They come and go
like windstorms
and incite lunacy

The moon hovers its shadow
Over the sea’s changing tides
Its faces switch
from night to day,
revealing both its sides

The sea’s shifting body
goes in and out by day
Its rolling, stirring comber
takes the grit away

The cycle is my sister –
Each is relative, you see
Acting upon a schedule
of her own mystery

Shannon Hart
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About Shannon Hart

Photographer, Writer, Artist

Posted on November 17, 2013, in Blogging, Life, Photography, Poetry, Spirituality, Women, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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