into the sea

November 8, 2015 § Leave a comment

it’s a pull that feels like the tide

rushing backward into the sea, so quickly

that the seashell you reached for was overcome

by its grip and pulled with the foam

the sand and the brush, slipping

from your fingers backwards

into the sea

Float

May 7, 2014 § Leave a comment

I try to freeze time
And place it far away
Suddenly, forcefully
Pause the seconds
Building to years
Bridges, moments
I try to write it all down
Find space for it
On an anchored ship
Battling an ocean
And those perfect moments
That somehow stay afloat
I sometimes worry
Are far too insignificant
To be carried by the waves
For much longer

Fishing For Phrase

March 17, 2014 § 3 Comments

How deep is the sea
of poetic cliches,
where similes swim
and metaphors make
mindful waves
in the salted water.
A pool as vast as time.
An ocean of words
to pick and choose.
Yet the art of the task
is to skim across the waters,
avoid the leaping temptations
of predictability,
and instead,
reach into the sky
and pull from above
a comparison as authentic
as the first sunrise
that showed its face
and stained
the earth’s skin red.

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