Walking To The Sea Poem by noel maddock

Walking To The Sea



I am walking to the sea
With a quiver of tears up my sleeve
Others cry and purify
And are done with it
Ushering in the pinch of ease
But I could complicate a cup of tea
The ocean will handle my iniquity
Even as a ghost-self compels
The hands to turn long tumbled stones
For the sabotage angle
I won’t ever see

Monday, September 2, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: ocean
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