The past is a fever dream
washing ashore with driftwood
carried on waves of the Salish sea
and where the cliffs are highest
memories fall furthest into meaningless depths
only to surface where sunlight strikes the waves
silent among watchful pines
closing in on every waking nightmare
with no one to witness
the soft power of breaking apart
thrown against skies already shattered
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Do all landscapes hold the same sway over those who grow up knowing them?
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12 responses to “Salish Sea”
Hard to answer your question. I grew up with so many different landscape, lived so many places. They all hold wonder to me.
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That’s wonderful! Is there any among them that stands out against the rest?
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I often find myself dreaming of Monterey in CA.
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more amazing when read out loud excellent work friend 🙂
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Thank you so much (:
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This poem has such a wonderful mystical depth! I love it!
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Thank you Susan! I’m glad you enjoyed it (:
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Thanks? For the like on my post? Writing about the salish seas now are we!
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Cheers! (: I have many childhood memories along its shores
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“memories fall furthest into meaningless depths” – I guess they weren’t too happy?
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This is dark and lovely. I love it.
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Thanks so much (: I appreciate it! Cheers
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