from a bench
upon Maine’s
rock-hard coast
watching stones
take their rest
in the rapid decay
of each sound
between waves
feeling empathy
for their relentless
barrage by the
deadly soft tides
smashing microns
from continents
changing the
shape of the
face of the earth
Superb.
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cheers
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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I especially like, “watching stones take their rest”, for some reason.
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must be why you love the coastal life
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Maybe–though I’m not really near the coast; if I were more mobile, I would get to the beach everyday.
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i’m off to the coast
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bon voyage
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Vivid perception.I absolutely loved it!
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truly appreciated, AJ
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☺
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*applause*
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bowing gratefully
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