dadcard2 89 Posted February 27, 2020 Share Posted February 27, 2020 As a flat, narrow, gently curved seam, I wend my way between sea and land, I keep the two apart, it seems to me, as I try to mediate their dispute. On the one side the so called cottages: huge homes with expansive lawns. On the other, the sea drubbed rocks. The wind blown sands continually cross me to meddle with the properties. The homes drop rocks to staunch the sea's flow. I provide a middling path for those who cannot afford the homes or the wave spearing boats; who can only walk the fine line between luxury and Davy Jones' Locker. Grandparents bring their grandchildren to an appreciation of the ocean's elegance and the homes' beauty, the sea's violence and the houses' interior rot. I keep my vigil though my efforts to reconcile the two are, it seems to me, futile. Link to post Share on other sites
Chuck Kralik 655 Posted February 29, 2020 Share Posted February 29, 2020 I like your poem. Thank you for sharing! Link to post Share on other sites
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