riding out tomorrow

without prejudice

of age or intuition

as if beaches still can call

with thunderous ocean waves

powerful roughing up my shore

taking them as they comes

riding thru the foam

lifting and projecting

toward a thoughtful shore

clustered cling the starfish

living

moving

ripening

knowing little peace is left

savoring it

clutching it

to a questioning breast

the need to still give succor

knowing the milk is weak

with a long lifes conflagration

only memories enrichment

will that be enough?

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Comments

nan shartel June 21, 2012 @ 6:14 p.m.

~BOWING AND FLIPPING MY TAIL~

i'll bet he's living in the La Jolla caves and waiting 4 u Ms BuzzB

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nan shartel June 23, 2012 @ 2:37 p.m.

i love mermaids 2 hunny...did u look at the merman one...he's swoony

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bohemianopus June 26, 2012 @ 2:33 p.m.

Great poem, Nan. I always love your words.

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mmorgan744 July 15, 2012 @ 6:32 p.m.

Very Beautiful! I like it a lot, and love the picture you've chosen! :-)

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