On the white sands of the shore
There a came a wave
It came up to my feet,
touched my feet
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The sea is my home. By dying to the shore I enter my home. Hi, Tony, You are a free person.
i have some problems with this poem, but unless you ask, i may just not bother to mention them to you in detail. thanks for sharing. :) bri
This one is so different but the value is priceless...so good! You missing somewhere u belong to, staying at middle of road, between ur 'place' and your present 'place' always make u in between...but dont u miss the ocean? How could u think to leave shore...In between, and so still u stay in both...and what i understand (another version) , for me, i refer this as a life, we now live as human and yet going older (and death) and reach to new home, which where we belong (life after death) ...earth and heaven? A lot of things can be translated by many ways from this philosophical poem! :) :)
very nice poem beatiful imagery in very simple words congrats regards sandhya
Great imagination... well linked with soul... too good enjoyed reading it...
unless u die u can't be born...just like one must become empty to absorb the emotions this moment is offering us... Keep at good sir!
this piece is very philosophical.. and deep write.. thanks for letting yr readers ponder on the depth of it..
Its speechless..... so wel writen, so beautiful....... Great imagination.
The sea is my home. By dying to the shore I enter my home........................in dynamics of nature everything goes by rise and fall by crest and trough in its time and space as specified by its own reason, wonderful write imagery and metaphors, quite metaphysical,10+++.thanks for sharing
Are you refering to the resurrection idea of christianity where Christ dies on the cross and is resurrected. dying to the shore i am reborn in the sea for sea is my home... thank you for the ideas. you are very much poetic in your little poems
Every instant is a death, rebirth and renewal. The human consiousness and the body are wonderful elements, when linked to the soul.
great imagery and wonderful imagination. I like the way you let us find our own meaning. Just the observation alone sparks a new way to see the shore.