kids of the night beach
Someone has once said something about
lost footprints sea has taken. Is it not true
sea returns everything? My friend implores
that we search for them. Searching a night’s beach;
yellow, chrome, periwinkle, rose; burns the lights
of distant chain of hotels; searching prints
of friendship we once have left in some age,
probably in our earlier births. We
have never grown up to live a full life.
Just two kids are collecting lost footprints
and occasional shells in their kitty.
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like any other night (9/11)
That night a wind scurried past our windows.
That night a wind crawled through rooms.
Just another night, it was. Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Some came home.
Others stayed awake for news.
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Kushall, your poem is brilliant with this energy.
The second brought foreboding. So true that at every moment, every where in the world there are two people in the same position, one will never be touched by calamity, and the other will dance in calamity's embrace. sigh, and the saddest thing is that often those untouched never know of, and sometimes choose not to know of those that are touched for the final time.
These were both so thought provoking, and yet I am left also with a sense of playfulness.... pondering that one....
Couldn't help it. His work does that to my mind, lol. I love his work!
(((((Dawn)))))
Poem 2: Would that be the metaphorical "ill wind"?
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Very nice , thanks for sharing your wonderful talent
And 9/11... if I had turned off the news that day it would have been just like any other day to me. I was so faraway.
Just another night was a very long day for many of us. Some still stop to listen in dread when the TV cries, "Breaking News!"
and the wind that blows through is gone!
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