Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 208 Points (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

My One - Poem by Stan Petrovich

It is a savior's nightingale
bemoaning the tides;
she & I wallowed on the beach
neverminding the sand flies,
although they came and went.
We were there for ourselves alone;
the beating drum of the tide tuning our hearts
like so many before.
I got to thinking,
- -who else has been here and in love here- -
when a flurry of wind whipped up foam over us
a constant reminder that we came originally from
that sea.

Comments about My One by Stan Petrovich

  • Poetheart Morgan (8/10/2013 9:34:00 AM)

    Oh! Remembering that days of love who come from your hearts! ! ! Is there the right place! (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (7/22/2013 5:20:00 AM)

    we came from infinity, good. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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