...by the sea

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    ...by the sea
    I worry; I don’t think you’ll come around
    U worry, the sun showers leaves us homebound
    But when the wind blows oceans move, echoing to be heard, softly gentle… for the calm I soothe

    Yet when the wind blows not, oceans still move, waves become monsters, obscured by the moon
    But this morning I can’t explain the silence it brought
    Standing alone now I know all I got are afterthoughts

    I don’t know where the river flows but that is where I’ll be
    … I’m sure I’ll whine up broken in the shore...
    … I am here now, can’t you see…
    … I adore for something more… piece me softly by the sea…

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    jadienblu commented on ...by the sea

    12-22-2008

    i like your writing style here...i feel a connection through your poetry...
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    Daniela commented on ...by the sea

    12-16-2008

    That's deep, nice poem.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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