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Along The Shore

by Kate Demeree

It is water to which I am drawn,

Ever as it was from time imortal

There is no gentle lap of sea

On sandy shore

Instead white crested

Angry waves crash, spray

Cold gray rock faces

Scouring cracks and crevices

Clean of the left over

Grit of past storms

Leaving behind it's own residue of

Streaming foam

Moss and weed

Ginger footed I pick my way

One black booted foot on

Jagged rock

The other in the sea

Drunkenly I stumble on...

08/20/2004

Posted on 08/20/2004
Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by James Zealy on 08/20/04 at 06:06 PM

Kate there is something about the Ocean that draws me too. It is beautiful and dangerous all at once. I enjoyed reading your poem, I assume this was at Virginia Beach. The North Carolina Beaches are special too, especially Topsail Island and Kitty Hawk. Have fun

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/22/04 at 12:04 AM

It is not a good idea to drink on a sea shore outing Kate. ~(8^D)=( Good poem....Charlie

Posted by Graeme Fielden on 08/23/04 at 01:28 PM

great use of imagery and metaphor here, Kate. Nice to see you're writing again! :)

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/25/04 at 01:23 PM

Kate, you've not lost the knack for delighting in air, earth, sky and sea and the sea is grateful for your expound that it is more than what it seems and grateful for the kiss of your black boot, and sad for its remove.

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