Down by the ShoreA Poem by PeteThere's a place where no one knows you but everything cares. The brokenhearted are regulars there. Something about it always draws them. Like moths to a flame. A mesmerizing magnet. They comb the beach, searching for answers. Watering the ground with their tears. Wailing an ocean of woe. Trying to wring the worry from their hearts. Sitting at the edge on brackish benches of dejected driftwood. Guts screaming in silence. Entrails expunged. They plead their cases like listless lawyers. Bartering with the sand. Bargaining with the waves. Haggling with high tide. Whispering to the wind in a sacrilegious sidebar. Offering pieces of their souls to the sea in exchange for understanding. They ply their gods with impassioned intoxicants. Anything for abject absolution and justice, however jaundiced. The ocean is their jury. The moon their magistrate. The sun their sentencer. Tossed about like cowardly cards in a paranoid, poker parlor. Bereaved bottles. Decanters of depression. Vehement vessels. Fanatical flagons of false faith. Carrying declarations and decrees. Villainous verdicts and jaded judgments. Starcrossed sos-s. Concealed confessions on sanguine scrolls and pitiful parchments. Corked for a lifetime. Floating for eternity. Fishing for explanations. Waiting for rescue that never resolves ... ... down by the shore ... © 2018 PeteFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on June 27, 2017 Last Updated on February 1, 2018 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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