The sea is a moving testimony of how one's natural beauty...
...is still more appealing than synthetic cascades...
...deeper than appearance-sake and surface conversation...
The sound of hurried waves is not the sound of avoidance and denial...
...but the music the ocean makes when it comes forth, recedes and comes back again...
...with your truth.
*From my next book of poems, Throw.
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The Mighty Sea, that mystical body of water that entice us all.
Surrounding our islands like a jealous lover. The hold is deep, a
non- relenting grip, on the crowns of earth spout from It's depth.
Is it the salty perfume the wind gathers to flirts with the Sea?
Or does the Sea lure in the wind with It's sensual scent for a exotic amatory dance.
While the shores of It's domain wait patiently, for It's mesmerizing stokes of spontaneous swells.
El Mar! The magical Stirring Sea.
Even the Big Blue Sky pay homage to It.
Look! See, their lingering horizontal embrace.
The affect on us, hypnotizing.
Myrna Rodz.
4-15-2010
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