Ocean blues

There is something enchanting about the ocean: its voice – in the briny air that caresses your face – whispers to you, calls you, lulls you. You are a child of water, and here, looking at the wide expanse of blue-green, you know you have found home. You rise with the waves, ride the high,…

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There is something sweet about you: In the quiet cadence of your voice Your gentleness and nobility of heart. Your words are delivered with the precision Of a skilled marksman, Powerful – not in the effort with which They are hurled, but in hitting the nerves In the eye, plucking heart strings and causing a…

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I pluck this lily for you

I pick my pen to write, A love poem, a poem About love. A poem For love. I do not find The words. Love is not Found in the sugary words That I court, nor at the mouth Of the lofty mountains that I go to. Love is in the dirt, In the brackish water…

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