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Dec 19
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EllettM

Friendship, Collection, Ocean and Culture


I am from a friendship that lasted forever, though the years of uncertainty,

I am from a seesaw that went to the sky.

Life was fun and easy when it was all about how high you could climb on a big tire.

The games we would enjoy during all of the thirty minutes we had.

I am the good bye window that everyone looks out and cries.

I follow the smile that I use to see everyday.
I am from a collection,

Made of rocks and pebbles that I hold dear.

The memories that go with each stone fills me with life everyday.

I made a penny bend with my hands no tricks just magic.

I hoped for a while that the pebbles and rocks kept me safe.
I am from the sea salt ocean,

And the mermaids that swim with in.

The excitement I saw from our family and friends as we ran to the beach.

The tunnel we built that just kept filling with water,

The waves that turned us all different ways.

That one seal that popped up just at the right time to catch our attention.
I am from a culture that leaves you to be found.

I have feed the koi fish that come right up to you.

See the massive waterfall that could sweep you under at any time.

My polaroid camera pops out a photo of the landscape that I so dearly admire.

The chinese elm’s branches that follow every place I’ve gone.

Beneath the delicate skin and pale expression,

There lived a fantastic piece of art.

Followed by a warm and friendly hug,

Always wondering how she would be treated.

Farther out she traveledI will always be from a friendship, a collection, a sea salt ocean and a culture.
 
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  1. Saia_Patel
    Dec 19, 2016

    This piece connects and contrasts some very different subjects in a very collaborative fashion.

    poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone

    - lawrence ferlinghetti

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  1. EllettM
    Dec 21, 2016

    yes I love that you think that.

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