beginnings of poem
08/01/2011 04:35 a.m.
Where Pelicans glide in disciplined flight
Sands below their searching eyes
Sprinkled with multi colored shells sight
Walking toes curled in wavelets tied

To undertow currents that erode
Paths my feet have strode
Waves buffet breakwater stones
Splashing emerald spray pheromones

Walking in thought consumed
By conflicting emotions in tune
With eratic ocean scenes
Teased by waters blue green

I am currently Apathetic
I am listening to nada