Along comes everything from the past,
Like they were meant to be inspired,
With the saline, sea-spray,
Bursting at the touch of the shored rocks.
What’s meant to be an unchaperoned saunter,
Isn’t one anymore.
But the footprints are now in absentia,
Even though I walk hand in hand with the memories.
The moon pulls, with its might,
Intimidating, unnerving spring tides,
Maybe they are the cause,
For the nonexistence of the footprints.
These tides are so heavy,
Groaning with broken down pride,
And overpowering, undeserving agonies,
Pulling the rug from beneath me!
Like the infinity of the ocean,
I can no longer tell the beginning from the end!
I try to toss a bottle with a sanguine message for myself,
So there’s a ray of hope when the tides lash it back to me!
Gorgeous
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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🙂
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Powerfull expressions. Thank you fir sharing
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Really heavy poem 😌
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Thanks, I guess! 😛
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I love the way you ended this:
“I try to toss a bottle with a sanguine message for myself,
So there’s a ray of hope when the tides lash it back to me!”
I feel the ring of truth in your words so deeply. Thank you!!!!!
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you like it. 🙂
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Like it…love them. Thank you for finding and liking something of mine. It is what led me here.
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Lovely, heartfelt. The last two lines especially are very very good.
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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I love the lines ‘But the footprints are now in absentia, / Even though I walk hand in hand with the memories.’ Beautiful.
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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