There, in the
tide pool, dappled by
the sun is birth and death,
and the spark that continues.
It leaves mankind in the wake of regret.
What have I to do with the albatross
Or sea lion?
I can but write, while they fly and roar.
I gaze upon the Pacific from this rock,
all its mysteries and grandeur.
I am inferior, while it forever reigns with
every wave and break of light.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments11
Such a recognition of our place in this universe. A most wonderful write Thomas this is a fave
Thank you so much.
The only reason we might own for that familiar perspective is the fact which the Scriptures both testify and reinforce, namely that man is made in the image of God Himself. Otherwise, oh to be a bird! Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a charming, haunting poignancy. Thank you so much for sharing.
A thought-provoking and expressive poem! The imagery and mood brings to mind some of Bukowski's poetry. Nicely done!
Oh but the tide pool collects and remains… been a favourite childhood seaside feature as well!
Stunning dear Thomas. Congratulations also on your second book, your title is fabulous 🎉 ❤️
A poignant piece, well done Thomas.
Wow! This is profound, my friend. Well done. A fave for sure!
Yes, an albatross can fly
But you
Can do Kung Fu!
Or whatever
Fine words Thomas.
Andy
Good write T.
A poignant write that puts us mere humans in our place, enjoyed the read
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