The ocean
is right outside
with a
beach made for walking.
I take to
it often, with
a notepad
and pencil in hand.
I’ll be
ready when the inspiration
comes, as I
know it will.
The ocean begins to speak.
Where do you go to find inspiration?
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Beautiful poem and photo. Indeed the sea speaks of many things. It tells the story of life and death.
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MB
I agree that the sea speaks of many things, Melanie. Thanks for stopping by and for following the blog.
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