Poetry list

out of the blue

when love’s tide ebbed
for the last time the
foreshore of my life
was littered with a
huge question mark
beached and blatant
I had often stumbled
over shingle versions
stabbing my feet but
here there is a new
part of my heart and
mind’s landscape
where are you you
seem so unattainably
close within my very
breath but not my
embrace the interrogation
mark forms a barrier
and a signpost inviting
me to pack up the luggage
of living and to cross the
strand into the water
infinitely deep no tide
or wave or swell just
You

© Neil Thompson 2025