The time of the sea
has come again
washing us all into one another
our arms are twirling
our colors blurring
hair woven wet– pulled into the rocks.
We cannot distinguish who we are,
and why would we want to?
the sea
The time of the sea
has come again
washing us all into one another
our arms are twirling
our colors blurring
hair woven wet– pulled into the rocks.
We cannot distinguish who we are,
and why would we want to?
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Lovely, reflective writing! ❤
Why would we want to indeed? Great question. Great piece.
Beautiful poem, and beautiful picture of the sea horse, do you scuba?
Hi Kel,
Actually I don’t scuba, but I live near the sea. Do you scuba? When I watched, “My Octopus Teacher” I though that it would be nice to have such a connection with an octopus like that. I was never drawn to doing scuba myself.
I am scuba certified and I love being under the water but my anxiety gets the best of me sometimes and I can’t get down. It is so magical under there.
The sea is a mystery and therefore it gives us emotions that make us reflect on our existence. Excellent poem Ka. Have a good weekend.
Beautiful words and photo!
Thank you, Tiffany! Did you like my painting, too?
Oh my gosh, how did I miss your painting?? It’s AWESOME!!! Wonderful shapes and colors, it pairs perfectly with your poem! 🤗
Thank you so much!!! 🙏🏼🫶
Beautiful writing! There is so much to learn from the sea xx
Thank you so much! 🙂
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