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Saturday, May 8, 2010

Her Frustration...

It was a usual evening,
Me and my thinking,
A cup of tea in my hand,
Sipping it slowly, I’d hardly call it drinking,

I watched the subtle ocean,
Just below the sunlight,
But her cry seemed a bit fierce,
The peace within her wasn’t quite right,

I dipped my hand in the water,
And tasted her salty tears,
A pure faucet of hot water,
Not as calm as she appears,

Removing my shoes,
I walked towards the sun, and her core
Allowing the water to rest upon my waistline,
Swaying me back, and forth,

And there I cried out “say on”
Tell me the truth in your story,
Who hast defamed thee?
Who has infected your righteous glory?

From the east came the wind,
Creating vehement waves of hurt,
Soiled water, Styrofoam cups floating,
Random particles, pieces of a shirt,

I listened carefully,
As she spake of her tale,
She wanted to be free from it all,
The oil, the blood, and foreign eggshells,

For years she had housed folly,
All nested in her skin,
She wanted to release her frustration,
Instead of holding it all in….

And who could blame her,
It was like venom in her blood,
The ocean was slowly dying,
From impurity, and no love,

Before drifting I said “I love you”
And headed back to the shore,
A voice whispered from the wind,
I love you much more…….


  1. That's right on time...Love it =)

  2. Wow, another amazing piece. You're getting even much better in writing. Nice work as usual.^^

  3. Beautiful and moving.

    Love your work!

  4. Absolutely beautiful! You always touch my soul! Thank you! :)

  5. Wow!!
    You are amazing with your words
    as always......

    ((hugs)) from us
    Kareltje =^.^=
    Anya :)

  6. Hi Lucciano:)

    Lovely poem with a powerful message. It is true the purity of the ocean is being destroyed by human beings by oil spillage,plastic, industrial waste etc. We don't seem to understand that the future of this earth is in our own hands. Global warming, climate change etc. are becoming serious problems and even if we don't suffer immediately our children are going to be affected very badly on account of our fault.

    It is poems like this that will open our eyes to the harm that we are doing to the ocean and inadvertently to ourselves.

    Ocean may appear to cry with pain and anguish at present but when it unleashes its fury no human being will be able to stop it.

    I enjoyed reading this wonderful poem.

    Have a nice day Lucciano:)

  7. Utterly Amazing, it touched my heart and cleansed my soul!

  8. this poem is beautiful....it moves my soul...thank you brother for writing good poetry

  9. amazing. I'm a fan.