Poetry For Everyday People
Poems In Bottles
The ocean was close
the air salty clean
I walked on that sand
a million times in many
states of mind,
I would walk and walk
until I found a spot
a wave that I liked
and I would sit, listen,
smell, feel my pain
and try to toss it in,
let it go out to sea, toes
in the sand moon shining full
radiant white marble reviling
mystery,
not a person anywhere, maybe
one or two, just walking, drunks
passed out, off season at the beach
is as a grave yard come to life,
always a soul searching
for a way out.
the air salty clean
I walked on that sand
a million times in many
states of mind,
I would walk and walk
until I found a spot
a wave that I liked
and I would sit, listen,
smell, feel my pain
and try to toss it in,
let it go out to sea, toes
in the sand moon shining full
radiant white marble reviling
mystery,
not a person anywhere, maybe
one or two, just walking, drunks
passed out, off season at the beach
is as a grave yard come to life,
always a soul searching
for a way out.
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Poems In Bottles
Poems In Bottles
