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cammy

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Mon, 18 Jun 2007 at 01:00am

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The ocean has spoken to me all my life. I've whispered secrets and things to admit. I have been told not to take its advice word for word yet I still confide in it. I swim out to ships, as far as I can and watch the fish dart through endless boundaries They tell me in words I can't understand that these waves of measurement were meant to be. Time is caught in the undercurrent In the dark the light house counts the seconds and fishermen curse the endless movement as their charted maps of minutes are drawn. And this is the song of love and distance the waves watch us cry as they speak of patience.
Two others like this.
2007-06-18
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were: 0 minus votes, 2 plus votes, and 0 astars.
golden_orchids
2007-06-18
ahh the ocean, such a great thing to write about :P I like this one, it feels like the kinda thing I write :) I'm not sure how you could improve it but I like the imagery soo bleh hehe +1
kluny
2007-06-18

Well, "I still confine it" doesn't really make sense. And it could use a spell-check. Anyway, keep it up.

bobman12
2007-06-22

"I still confine it" kinda dose make since of you think of it as, a person that people have told you not belive yet you still fine scurity in there words. Thats how I think of it. Anyway good poem cammath.

cammy
2007-06-23
Yeah.. it was a typo, sorry about that. It's supposed to be "I still confide in it."