Ground view, northeast of Brazil, 2007
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People Who Live
by Erica Jong
People who live by the sea
understand eternity.
They copy the curves of the waves,
their hearts beat with the tides,
& the saltiness of their blood
corresponds with the sea.
They know that the house of flesh
is only a sandcastle
built on the shore,
that skin breaks
under the waves
like sand under the soles
of the first walker on the beach
when the tide recedes.
Each of us walks there once,
watching the bubbles
rise up through the sand
like ascending souls,
tracing the line of the foam,
drawing our index fingers
along the horizon
pointing home.
Comments (4)
i *love* that.
i miss the ocean shores of my home very much right now and that was just what i needed.
pointing home indeed.
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Posted by chocolate covered musings | December 19, 2007 7:46 AM
Posted on December 19, 2007 07:46
I adore it; it gives such a boost, reinforcing truth.
I sent this poem to my cousin [to whom it applies very well], and she adores it & says:
~THANKS!~
Posted by [a} | January 15, 2008 3:11 PM
Posted on January 15, 2008 15:11
The name pulled me over to your blog, love what I've found here :)
Posted by Di | January 17, 2008 3:06 PM
Posted on January 17, 2008 15:06
I've always liked this poem a lot. Wonderful choice for a post w/ a message. P.S. My blog is back up- well at least one new post. Hope you stop by.
Posted by GeL (Emerald Eyes) | January 28, 2008 9:59 AM
Posted on January 28, 2008 09:59