salt left on sand
ocean dreaming
returning to the sea
where freedom
not just an urge
western wind blows
warm
sitting on a stone
counting
as a wind breaks
waves
a blind man
believes in sight
young woman strong
a whisper within a song
in thought
sunlight reflects
water walking reason
sunset wave revisions
call to the moment
a girl child is born
a woman in her season
breaking free
Such a fine poem about the state of things, W. jude!! I especially enjoyed your metaphors, w. jude!! Your poetry is so interesting and I come back to read it over and over. I "see" something new each time I do. Thank you, Poet!!
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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and observations that are conjured up by a
sea full of mysteries.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane