Newish, by pd lyons


Pdlyons's Explorations

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even if I told you
even if you believed
would it make a difference
would it change the things that made me , me?

if the ocean would have a name
would it be the one you gave?
not by tongue alone
but browned skin
salt sting
surrendered willingly
expressed audibly
 by  simply rhythmic breath?

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the sea made her way
snuck up river
dared an overland short cut
crossed the lake
hitched a ride over the high land
to where the old man sat
 against white stucco
Cuban cigar smoke shaping summer’s first day of heat

right away she began
whispering rolling waves
sounds of silver birds
stars like diamonds
pure black
as if traveling among them there would never be another horizon

behind his eyes the old man simply smiled
oh ribbons of smoke softly audible ahs

at which she paused
saw him then ashe truly…

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Comments

  • Ron Scubadiver  On August 17, 2015 at 12:27 am

    Oceans have names, but they are so vast their names don’t do them justice. Besides, there is only one ocean, it is all connected. Thanks for the inspiration PDL.

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