Language of the Sea

poetry 1 Minute

Finally free
of the Walled City
layers shed, what’s unearthed
will not be contained
My heart full
My arms empty

Tumbled to the shore
of a year waiting to be born,
In surrender, longing
to commune
and so commun-icate
wordless but understood

language of the Sea
message of the waves.

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Published by westcoastwoman

A story or poem follows me around for a while, I write it down to get it out of my head and sometimes after rereading it seems universal enough that I hope it might also speak to someone else. One thing that has become clear is the photography and the writing seem to be morphing into one, the photograph being the muse for the words or the words for the photograph.....and then a quote I find from someone who had the talent to put what I am trying to say into a few precise sentences.

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