Artefact

Artefact

A Poem by sen





Think it were a meek arm of mine

risen up from the cold sand.

The last standing twig

in some child's make-shift fort,

built too near the tide


...naturally.



Think it were a wave came over

about the time I thought I saw

something     unusual

-

risen up from the cold sand.



Dug a little deeper,

ofcourse.

And grew a little taller

when the smallness of it all

fit so nice between my toes.



Think I understood

 something  

unusual.

© 2014 sen


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I thought about this one for a while, but then intuition prevailed and said:"leave your thoughts"... so, I grasp the meaning intuitively and I'm going to leave it in this state of wonder.


Posted 9 Years Ago


sen

9 Years Ago

And why not? That's what I do.

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Added on July 16, 2014
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Tags: spirituality, intuition, philosophy, optimism, past

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