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Ocean Against Me

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tell me what is to be done with this half-heart,
how to cope with Time while awaiting Destiny's verdict?
will Destiny speak the words, words much like poetry,
that will return me to you; words of potent conviction
that will cause the ocean to fall away
and no longer stand against me?
I cannot fathom what possible offense
I could have committed against the briny deep
that it saw fit to punish me with its very expanse.
I lay nightly upon the dwelling of my lonely stretch,
my lonely patch of shore, contemplating my bruised portion...
it aches where I tore us asunder.

Image: Petr Kratochvil, Ocean sunset, Public Domain Pictures.net
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The Merovingian said…
Hey WM, moving piece of work. I am proposing something new .... I think this would be cool. How about every poet on WMLP do an audio recital of one of their works ... so we can feel right as was intended ...
December 1, 2009 at 4:53 PM
Wamuhu Mwaura said…
Are you a mind reader? I've been wanting to do that for the last year. Recently signed up for Gcast. :)
December 1, 2009 at 6:36 PM
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