dear victory
dear victory
don’t ring the bells yet; let
your sparkle fill the thirsty maws
of gulls at ebb tide as the
water recedes and toddlers
scamper after treasure chests of
purloined shells and sharks’ teeth;
let the last fleck of tired hands rise
up and seize your cannonball grace
and fire back at the leering jesters
who blacklisted your parade.
See you at the Rock Show
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."- Jonathan Safran Foer. || teacher,student, loves travelling and perhaps baking a cake.||
2 Lines each day...
around espace
WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME
Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.
Our choices define our Experience
Musings of a love struck (stuck?) curly girl
Tales of reckless travel
by Ruann Weidemann
haiku. poetry.
fiction, poetry & stuff
a resource for moving poetry
© M March-Steinman
Through binoculars / I leave my narrow world for / an ocean of stars.
Tidal Waves Don't Beg Forgiveness 
Today, I went to the beachfront with my kids. I found a sea shell and gave it to my 4 year old daughter and said
“You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She
placed the shell to her ear and screamed.
There was a hermit crab inside and it pinched
her ear. She never wants to go back! LoL I know this is completely off topic but I had to tell someone!