Ode to Poseidon

The detritus of the sea,

A clam that lost his shell,

Sand hailing back

To ancient rock,

Little shards of seaglass

Worn smooth by the tide,

The taste of salt and brine,

And that state of eternity

That presides there,

In Poseidon’s realm

Where the

Black and fawn and mother of pearl

Particles of sand,

Suspended in the eternal deep,

Rise, fall, and rise once more-

A microcosm of

The inexplicable dance of the ocean,

Frozen in a moment of utter abandon.


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A poet driven by the quill, a dreamer of impossible dreams, a lover of that which the world has deemed unlovable. We're all stories in the end. This is mine.

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