A POEM | Conchitas
What comes with the waves?
Last of long lost flesh, ceramic pieces discarded to an eternal voyage.
Ocean’s daisy’s dead, little floating ruins stirred up in thick clouds colored porridge.
There they go! They go! Eastward! Northbound! Seven thousand miles old!
Out from the swelling rapid blue! Rising! Rising! Renewed.
Forward, voyager catch! Comfortably, fingers of soft sand…
Linked! Between sparkling shore and sea. Brilliance together created glee.
Mango horizon reflecting so bright, ruins turned to life, scooped up in skin.
Sun swallowed, tinted coffee bean marked by two dimples, still warm, a glimmering gem.
Voyager found! One step, two step, foot prints crowned by sand!
Bubbling waves pulling at his ankles! Mole crabs tickling soles, dancing!
Giggles gorged from the chest of a barefoot wanderer…
Connected! For some time through dark star gazing eyes.
Put an ear up to its insides—
echoing resonance past lives—
hold it close to the heart.
Fingers full of sand—the water pulls.
Beautiful black shell, twirling with the waves—a voyager, until it washes up once again.
Thank you for reading!!!!
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beautiful language, I loved reading it aloud as I read it, it has a wonderful sense of sound to it
oh my gosh... you are an incredible writer!!