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Knowing
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Through The Looking Glass Knowing is a relative term..
Ask the ocean why.
Ask the Ocean what it sees or knows...
and sit with pen-in-hand
and write .
(she sighs)
Its too deep......to vast .....
infinate salt grain time capsules
made prisoner by ink-stained paper?
"Surely I have gone mad"
(laughter)
- Can the ocean know?
"It has spoke to me"
It speaks to everyone
"I stood on the edge of the beach"
-it draws you in man
-im tellin' you it does....
Her eyes never beheld it-
Miles of white sand
the pier.
the clouds.
The voice of the ocean.
Its an old mans voice..Low and Smooth
It says "never forget"
and tells of Pirate Death
and message bottles
Secret pleasures that
cause sunken treasures and
fears that stain the shore.
The place I want to be scattered.
Just saw your comment on a
Just saw your comment on a poem I wrote and you sent me to this one- yes, very much alike in style I like that. great work!
Thank you for the read! Glad
Thank you for the read!
Glad you decided to check it out
love
Love, in relation to the oceane.. Love this so much .What a talent. can't wait to check out more.
please read my poems, and enjoy the real-life drama that is my life!
The ocean is very
The ocean is very inspiring....
i could stare for hours and hour!
Wow....amazing, keep writing!
Wow....amazing, keep writing!
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
Wow...this piece you have
Wow...this piece you have crafted is a stunning write!!
I felt this one!! It reminded me of my own style in several of my works.
Guess that's what drew me right in and spoke to me...like the ocean...
Beautiful write, William!!
I think the ocean speaks to
I think the ocean speaks to all of us in different ways
ask the sea why...
and she will tell you how ;)
loved this one
these lines just grab me...
"Its too deep......to vast .....
Much Love
Ashley
glad that you found it amusing
On a personal level, I love to hunt for the hidden treasures in each poem I read. Some have none, but were still worth combing the beach for. It pleases me immeasurably that you were able to find some in this one!
:)
:)
Much Love
Ashley
Nice one Respected Mr Beatnik
The sea waves noisily slapping
Sandy and rocky shore
What they speak of is a mystery
Ignorant Man will never know
Conch shell held close to ear
Whispering angels and witches fear
SShhhh... shhh.. the call from the sea
It always was and always will be
-Thanks for your inspiration . If you can spare time read an old post of mine
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/bishu/poem/972320
©bishu
I like
what youve done here...definately flattered that something I wrote inspired this! excellent poem, Bishu.