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Dark Poetry #3

Echos

StarrGazer
Senior Member

since 2000-03-05

Posts 679
Texas

0 posted 2002-07-29 01:35 PM

The tide rushes in-
Echoes of what was-
What could've been
Are tossed around
Among the waves
Like the seagulls
Cry that lingers
Then ebbs away
The sound of
Love's sweet voice
Fades to a whisper
Of memory
So real you can
Taste the salty twang
And feel beads
Of sand beneath
Your bare feet
Slowly the tide
Retreats- draws back
Carrying its echoes
To crash upon
A foreign shore
fading... whispering...

Syneq
Junior Member

since 2002-07-28

Posts 40

1 posted 2002-07-29 04:25 PM

well done.

puts a connections with you and others of similiar distress. across the way, someone is staring into the same waters as you.

Disintegrated to materialize in reformed delight.

StarrGazer
Senior Member

since 2000-03-05

Posts 679
Texas

2 posted 2002-07-30 05:55 PM

Thanks

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

3 posted 2002-07-31 04:20 PM

Ooo! Ocean-tide goodness! (I liked)

Mikey

Said if I only could ...
-KB

wranx
Member Elite

since 2002-06-07

Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn

4 posted 2002-08-01 12:27 PM

StarrG,
Stirring and evocative. I love to hear the ocean speak to me. Just can't make out the words.

~wranx

The shortest distance between two points...
is sometimes, intolerable.

Bukowski

StarrGazer
Senior Member

since 2000-03-05

Posts 679
Texas

5 posted 2002-08-01 08:41 PM

Funny thing is... this poem isn't at all what I intended. I was in the mountains at the time thousands of miles from the ocean but I've never been one to complain when words come to me so I'll take it! Thanks for the comments you guys.

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