I stand before the shore
Once more
The horizon, familiar yet it looks so wrong
The waves whisper a name I’ve never knew,
But heard before
Salt stings like déjà vu, reversed.
A memory that never belonged.
The sky bends, a mirror cracked,
Colors bleed where they shouldn’t be,
And I wonder if the sea remembers me.
Each tide a stranger’s hand,
Pulling me toward a world I knew,
But no longer recognize
Where the familiar dissolves into something new
And comfort is there the least.
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Author:
Amber Ludick (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
This poem with some rhyme and good flow is strengthened by its message. Strange and inverted from common thought it seems most original but makes a much sense as reality. It is dream like and surreal to the extreme and gets a fave for that.
thank you so much
Most welcome
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