The shore, the soul.

The shore, the soul.

A Poem by Tenielle Mathews
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A poem about the inspiring nature of the beach and the nature of the soul.

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A crab that was once born in June

I sit atop a sandy dune

Resigned to sit, and sit alone

As others swim I search for thoughts unknown,

Watch waves of blue that come in threes

And rise and fall methodically

I sit and watch the tide draw in

As time and dreams themselves grow thin

My hands upon rich yellow mud

That draws words from my mind like blood

The soul I guard twists and unfurls

Revealed now like a clam’s smooth pearl

Not black, nor white, nice nor unkind

Confused about its own design

Unravels thinking, lonely, lost

I must understand at any cost  

And so I’ve come to find the shore

Like the rest of mankind has before

To take the comfort and the certainty

For myself, that’s found beside the sea

© 2010 Tenielle Mathews


Author's Note

Tenielle Mathews
Any thoughts about the rhythm?

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The sea was my peace for many years. A place for the mind to think and be surrounded by one of the last things. Man can't control. The ocean. I like the description and story in your poem. Took me to a good place I miss. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


I loovvee the rhyme scheme....u moved it along beautifully....displaying a mind of uncertainty!!

What I got out of this piece is a person who's only meditating and not so much as hopeless....it is certainly human nature!♥ I really enjoyed this :)

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on November 27, 2010
Last Updated on November 30, 2010
Tags: Soul, beach, surf, June, sand

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Tenielle Mathews
Tenielle Mathews

Australia




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