We stand in sand
and sink below,
the tide that's running to and fro.
How is it that the sea does know,
just how far up it may go?
She's Having a Baby
11 years ago
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5 comments:
You are so talented, Colleen,
Great shot.
And I love the surge in posts, too
To feel the ocean grab hold of you,
To draw you far from life's mundane;
Your soul released to sail the blue,
To see like a child, again.
To lift the backdrop of clutter,
Illusions of necessity;
To lift your arms, to let your wings flutter;
To be caressed by the ocean's raw beauty.
To be at the edge of the world...
To be at the edge of the world
I envy you,
Young woman named girl.
Love your site lately Colleen. I added you to my blogroll, too :)
All the best,
Lindsay
a lovely poem and a great question...though I never thought to put it into verse like that. co-sign david -- you are talented!
Hi Colleen,
Looking forward to an update. Or maybe you;re still at the beach!
Keep smiling
David
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