TO CREATE THEIR OWN ENERGY

Another love poem. It arrived from walking the shoreline and thinking about farewells. Sometimes the unconscious mind writes it for you.

Just One of Those Things

when the sea returned

the lovers had gone

to create their own energy

in a rented room

then to part

on some street corner

late in the afternoon

in a press of people too preoccupied

for the intensity of this farewell

to ever be noticed

This was another poem that didn't need much in the way of editing/revising. Sometimes you are left wondering where they came from.

Here's Anna Ternheim. 

Until next time.