Category: beach/ocean
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Philia
The moon pulls at the sea. The sea responds. And so it goes back and forth never embracing. 8-19-25
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Beach trip, May 2025
Eons ago, we traded wings for speech and legs to run and now we spend eternity regretting our choice. ____ On our last trip to the beach pelicans flew single file off shore. Seagulls hung in the air waiting for food to drop; shiny grackles brazenly stole food from wagon stashes of tourists. An attractive…
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the drowning
On the night of her death She happily chased The moon into the sea Embraced light dancing in the surf Body shrouded in seaweed Waiting for the moon to save her 7-13-22
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mysteries of the deep
last night you dreamed mysteries of the deep the wheeling of stars across the sky the peace of waves breaking on the shore woke you you thought for a moment you should ask your partner to rollover and stop snoring but decided you prefer the peaceful crashing of the sea and fell back to dreaming…
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Literacy
Seagull reads the wind Maybe adapts is a better word Ruminates in sun above sand Waits for you to drop a crust of bread Snatches it before it hits ground Beach buzzard roosts mid-air Awaits another accident of intent Because it amuses you You throw another piece in its direction And again, it does not…
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Blue
Picasso paints a blue guitar, Blue flowers, blue ladies, an old man with a brown guitar Neck bent as if broken against a blue background Jared declares love is like living in a blue Delft porcelain cup Blue sapphires and bright diamonds on a blue couch, Pretending you were born with blue blood Carry a…
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Sea shell
Sound of the ocean Held to your ear Flowing tides in cochlea marshes Primordial rush of memories Back and forth…back and forth On your way up towards dry land 12-3-21
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Oxymoron
This morning, you remember the drum fish you caught on the inter coastal waterway The captain threw it in a ‘live well’ to gut and fillet for dinner ‘Live Well’ is a strange name for a holding cell for the condemned 12-2-21
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poem from the beach
How can anyone watch the far horizon curve right and left the edge of salt sea and blue sky where fishermen sail day after day and believe the world is flat? 10-23-21
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