Seaside Scribblings
I write, inspired by the writing of others,
by Veterans, my sisters and brothers,
by the natural world in constant motion,
by pier-bound days at the steel-blue ocean,
by the sun and the moon,
their setting and rising,
their own songs, their tunes,
sometimes surprising.
Standing at a dock, I have a notion,
my monkey mind bursts unable to cease.
Even if I am but a drop in the ocean,
it is still my privilege to wage peace.
Never knowing what tomorrow will bring,
I will still write about it, in my own voice,
allow my heart and soul, my spirit to sing,
reminded always there’s no other choice.
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