Dialog Of Sand And Sea Poem by Thomas Shelton

Dialog Of Sand And Sea



Walking an old dirt road
Kicking up sand into my eyes
Into the wind blowing
Buzzing and humming from all directions
Speaking like words from open mouths
Telling stories and singing songs
Saying things I'm not yet ready to hear
So I sit with hand to ear
Pressing my palms to the side of my head
I wont speak for the fear of interception
The small chance that my words are not my own
Spilling ideas I was never meant to have
Forcing foul language onto others
Like smoke without fire
Giving warnings to the illusion of danger
Biting my tongue all along
Swallowing more sand with every piece I chew
Scratching my throat with every swallow
Forcing me to admit my wrong doings
Harmful dialog I never wanted to speak
So I sit quietly just passing time
Hands over head and head between legs
With only the sting of sand in motion
Sickening motion like ships to water
My face now sweaty like salt sprayed air
But I am no ships captain
And this is no sea

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Thomas Shelton

Thomas Shelton

Newport RI
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