If someone should ask me why
I walked the pier today;
why I picked up beach glass
or a bit of weathered wood...
"I'm looking for my brother"
I could tell them,
"though he is not here"
I'd say.

I'm looking for my sadness
to fly with the gulls...
to skip water with the stones.
The waves sound
like breathing,
rolling up the rocky beach,
falling back like breath

Am I seeking a message?
A sign?
He climbed these rocks,
hopped one to another.
He skipped these stones,
walked this pier,
touched the lighthouse.

The waves seem to answer...
he was here once
and I remember
my friend...
my brother.


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SavVySam commented on Beach


You are so right~when we are separated from loved ones by distance or circumstance, there is comfort in simply touching a familiar tree,or visiting old haunts once shared..lovely write..



Thank you, Sam, it was comforting to write this, I appreciate your sweet comment. ~peace

gogant commented on Beach


Go to the ocean's shore...listen and gaze, and you will hear and see all that you ever imagined..........Truly nice...............gogant



Hey Gogant, thanks for the nice comment. Always nice to hear from you!. ~peace

klassik commented on Beach


i like very nice .



well thank you! I am glad you enjoyed this, and thanks for coming by to read.

danmartyjake1 commented on Beach


This is a tremendous remembrance piece. I loved it and felt the sadness as I was reading it. Great Write....



Thank you for stopping by and reading, your comments are most appreciated!

soulwriter commented on Beach


I live 15 minutes from the Atlantic and the waves, shoreline, rocks, and all the surroundings have spoken to me in may ways about many things and have reminded me of many people that ebb and flow in and out of my life. GREAT WRITE... the passion is the expression of your true spirit.



Thanks soulwriter, the natural world always "speaks" to me when I listen... thanks for reading and for your comment, much appreciated!

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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