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Dec 27
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Low Tide

I was born from desire
My heart sloshing in my chest
Ready to erode everything
Suck people in and spit them out
Their bones bleached clean

It is night, for now, the water is still
My feet sink into the sand
Keeping me cooly in one place
I slip shells into my pocket
Wading into the sea
With its power to give
And its need to take
Wondering if I too will be pulled under

I shout my longings to the endlessness of blue
Let them sink into the deep
Let me want nothing but this beach
This momentary peace
Where I lap quietly on the shore
And nap beneath the stars
A pause from my tossing and turning
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  1. Yellow Sweater
    Dec 28, 2021

    The first line just hits you in the stomach! Wonderful poem! Have you read Book of Longings? You might find it interesting. It has a similar feel to this poem:)

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