Fourteen Lines of Moderate Potential

Here, where the water meets the shore
lies the rustle of potential.

Here, the smooth washed stones
breathe their oceanic poetry.

Here, i dig and here, I cry;
purposeful searching.

I sense I lost myself here
several lifetimes ago.

Here, where the water meets the shore,
I crouch, ridiculous

Neon pail and shovel
poised, ready to uncover

The ancient secrets buried
somewhere among these grainy sands.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

you have such a good clean pen...

[bob, small b. aka invs]

the title brought me to this poem. it is a wonderful title and the poem, i'm glad to find, lived up to the title. it's a wonderful, quiet, serene poem full of potential. it mad me want to be there where the sea meets the shore.

[zig]

yeah, i like this. great mood, matched the details and images. nice flow, fun to read. enjoyed this very much.

zig

[Jeanmarie Flaherty]

God, I love this...

"Here, where the water meets the shore,
I crouch, ridiculous"


I cannot tell you how perfect I find those simple two lines. You've written this beautifully..

love.me.

[Emmie Girl]

This is soooo good! I REALLY loved it. Even the title. But my favorite parrt was definately the last verse. It's a beautiful piece.

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