Fragments From The Beach Poem by Bill Knott

Fragments From The Beach

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(Nonasyllabics)

In retrospect the tragic nature
of sea is a taste wept too daily,
too depleted by freedom's rupture;
the eyes have other secrets to see

and deeper use for the detritus
within us: the bright effluvium
of ego dries up, mired as it is
in wealth, that remedial medium.

Blame it on fate, on beach memories--
pebble put in the pocket or shell
fragments; any memento carries
us as much as we it. Time capsule

contains every evening's interval.
The ocean observes its own puddle.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 06 December 2018

The ocean observes its own puddle. Very enjoyable read. Thanks for posting it here.

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Walterrean Salley 29 November 2016

Blame it on fate, on beach memories- pebble put in the pocket or shell fragments; any memento carries us as much as we it. Time capsule ____________________________________ **Cleverly crafted; resonates deeply.

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Bill Knott

Carson City, Michigan
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