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Island I return , poem III

Updated on February 23, 2014

Of the sea glass I kneel to pick up
on my path along the shore

I often wonder who last touched this
piece of art before

Perhaps a bottle of wine tasted
between the reddened lips of lovers?

Of a fifth of whiskey thrown from the stern
deep sea fishing brothers?

I once picked up the remains of a life vest
I hoped was simply lost

An not the child as well by the size
too horrible a cost

The lobster traps to countless to
consider why or even what

The storms beneath the sea?
broken lines or cut

I have never found though
that which the yearning soul will seek

I'll be forever seeking though
island life isn't for the weak


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      Nadine May 3 years ago from Cape Town, Western Cape, South Africa

      Beautiful. Lovely Ed

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Enjoying these. Yes, island life can also be lonely like a person isolating him or herself from others.

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      Karen Silverman 3 years ago

      the sea intimidates the poo poo out of me! i DEEPLY respect it - excuse the pun..

      i adore walking along it's shore, examining whatever it may divulge from the depths..

      i need not venture is dangerous

      i KNOW that sharks habitat is being reduced by man and they're coming closer and closer and CLOSER into shore..

      beautiful poem, cowboyxx

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      sligobay 3 years ago from east of the equator

      A life saved or a life lost for the want of a vest? As we invest and divest our treasure, we kneel to grasp the glass worn by the sea. Hundreds of waves or hours wear the sharp edge from the jagged shards. Good write Ed.

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Oh we are enriched by the sea, and we are enriched by thee!

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Oh the many items seen when walking along the island shore. Your thoughts run deep my poet friend. Loved it....