Swelling waters crash
over concrete jetties,
sweeping docks clean of debris:
cigarette butts, bottle tops,
Friday night remainders.
Still, in we jump –
glad of the sea and movement
away from whatever it is
binding us to despair
and blinding us to love.
Love the words and the pictures . Very evocative. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks, Igg! I appreciate it.
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So often the ‘solution to pollution is dilution.’
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As ever, ML, you have such intriguing comments to my posts. Thanks for checking in! 😉
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The sea, I used to call it the big liver. It just keeps on cleaning up and filtering. We used to pick up the rubbish as fast as we could when we lived on the beach, so it would not wash out into the sea. trying to help our liver in the tiniest of ways.. she does wash us clean. Lovely last image! c
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How interesting! And it makes sense, for so many people carelessly trash their own liver with addictions of all sorts, so it follows that they would unconscionably toss crap in the sea.
Thanks, Celia, for your thoughtful comment!
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Thank you!
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Thank You, dear one, for taking time to comment.
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