Present in body, yet absent in spirit-
that’s how the tides tend to roll.
But my spirit was in it,
along with my heart;
the body never quite made it though.
A stream once so ethereal-
A thin veil between fact and fiction,
dipping my fingers and toes
became my new addiction.
Waters once so smooth
welcomed a hurricane by low tide.
If only we were smart swimmers,
we wouldn’t have stayed in for the ride.
But the beaches along this clearing,
home to sand that changed time,
where love is never ending-
so long as pain and pleasures rhyme.
On this beach I built a sandcastle,
large enough for two.
Every time someone moved in though,
they’d fall right through the roof.
They never liked the seaweed carpet
or the beds made from debris;
typically they draw the line
at a foundation that’s structure free.
And how could we ever blame them,
for wanting something steady?
The girl who never felt like home
is the woman who’s never ready.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
Present in body, yet absent in spirit-
that’s how the tides tend to roll.
But my spirit was in it,
along with my heart;
the body never quite made it though.
A stream once so ethereal-
A thin veil between fact and fiction,
dipping my fingers and toes
became my new addiction.
Waters once so smooth
welcomed a hurricane by low tide.
If only we were smart swimmers,
we wouldn’t have stayed in for the ride.
But the beaches along this clearing,
home to sand that changed time,
where love is never ending-
so long as pain and pleasures rhyme.
On this beach I built a sandcastle,
large enough for two.
Every time someone moved in though,
they’d fall right through the roof.
They never liked the seaweed carpet
or the beds made from debris;
typically they draw the line
at a foundation that’s structure free.
And how could we ever blame them,
for wanting something steady?
The girl who never felt like home
is the woman who’s never ready.
Just finishing up some old drafts and seeing where they take me, as someone with a fear of the ocean my poems have always loved to swim.
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