Written for: Sunday Muse #68

Photography by Edouard Boubat
Finally
I saw the ocean.
It was huge,
loved the waves.
Found this shell, pearl pink inside
They call it a conch.
Now I can listen
to the roar of the ocean
whenever
I want to.
Hoping to return
and live here.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Beautiful, Sara
I can just imagine the little boy thinking that.
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Thanks, Ed!
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I love the idea of the ocean roaring. This is wonderful Sara!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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How beautiful!
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Thanks, Linda!
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Maybe the sound is an invitation?
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From the ocean, or one of its many inhabitants?
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Such a beautiful arrival.
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Thanks so much, wyndolynne!
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To have such a homecoming. To hear it and then to feel it. Beautiful!
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Oh yes, the allure of the sea Sara — compelling.
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I am with Fireblossom, Maybe listening to the seashell is a siren call to return to the ocean.
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It’s a strong possibility! Thanks, Susie.
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A memory that one can actually hear!
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If you believe.
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Aw! This is charming. It compliments the picture so well.
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Thanks, Rommy!
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