Ocean Poetry

Ocean

Out of her salt hips poured my umbel.

My mouth full of shells and her tognue a lemon bristling my teeth.

Foam flowered and the black grapses tasted sweet again.

I smelled fenugreek, the cherry pit’s talcum, cod drying like a sandy slipper.

An amaryllis opened in my throat, and the pain issued toward the islands.

(author forgotten)

You can’t stop the ocean

We were trying to stop the ocean.

You can’t stop the ocean.

She wanted to understand love.

You can’t stop the ocean.

They walked day and night.

You can’t stop the ocean.

He couldn’t sleep.

You can’t stop the ocean.

Their words burned through.

You can’t stop the ocean.

My feet, my hands, my shoulders.

You can’t stop the ocean.

It’s so very very late.

You can’t stop the ocean.

We were trying to stop the ocean.

You can’t stop the ocean.

Wallace J. Nichols

Sincerely-

Green Librarian

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