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The Shoreline
While pondering life
Destiny's hands caressed my face
One was rough, cracked, and firm
The other so soft, like a mother's words to a new born babe
I saw the sun, whose blaze fueled my unfettered rage
The moon, whose pale embrace brought forth memories of a kinder man
From space to the seas
Waves of uncertainty rock the spiritual ship
I stumble, and fall
Until at last I tie myself to the mast
One can see the stars from land
Just as they can see them from the sea
For it is the journey within that calls me by name
Destiny's hands caressed my face
One was rough, cracked, and firm
The other so soft, like a mother's words to a new born babe
I saw the sun, whose blaze fueled my unfettered rage
The moon, whose pale embrace brought forth memories of a kinder man
From space to the seas
Waves of uncertainty rock the spiritual ship
I stumble, and fall
Until at last I tie myself to the mast
One can see the stars from land
Just as they can see them from the sea
For it is the journey within that calls me by name
Published 19th Sep 2023
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19th Sep 2023 11:41pm
Reading your words is like looking at the stars.
Loved it.
Image - so very cool
Loved it.
Image - so very cool
20th Sep 2023 1:06am
A wonderment of brevity. Almost inquiring of deep, philosophical insight to decipher. Some balances of visual representation, to explore principality of the human spirit, at least to me. The parameters of extremity in examining purpose and truth seem to be present here as well. Beckoning, belonging, love, emotion, curiosity. Perhaps somewhat antagonistic to the protagonist, the struggles of life experience are rough. But there is a gracing experience of reality and potential, found in the language of the universe, and nature, even if dark at some points. Such is to "belong with intent." The metaphors represent all of this, and more. Expressed quite well, and unique to you. More has been touched upon here than initially considered. The reader needs an "open mind." Anyway, that's some of what I picked up on. Thanks for sharing.
