A Sea Poem

Tuesday 11th June 2013 11:00 pm

 

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Deep within me  

lay a sea poem 

of long ago;

 

where air is fresh 

but blusters wildly

when southerlies blow, 

 

slick and slimy 

mud between the toes- 

mangrove's brackish home.

 

Whitecaps dance 

in the open channel 

close to where corals grow.

 

But further than the distance

of childhood recollection,

where starfish-lined parades

demanded retrospection:

 

Gone are those carefree days

along with sands, white as snow;

somewhere deep within me 

lay a coastal tale of long ago. 

 

 

 

 

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