| Open Poetry #48 |
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Oceans Edge |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
Oceans Edge Take me to the oceans edge where salty air cleans my head where thunderouse noise of tide and wave calls to me when having a bad day To sit and look toes playing in the sand I can feel and see the real of Gods hand and believe again in this to shall pass for love in life is what shall last By Connie McDonald Copyright@2002 |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
I too, find the ocean to be a place that speaks to me in this way. I love the way you captured this Connie, thank you for this lovely reminder. ![]() Best wishes, /Kit |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very true and well said. Margherita |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
I really like the feel of this |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Love this poem! I would like to see the ocean, but as yet I saw it only in films. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
very nice...James |
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