Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

Memories of the Sea

Once upon a million years ago or maybe more
some of us climbed dripping from the ocean to the shore.

Some of us breathed in the air and stood on new fledged  limbs
and turned our backs upon the home where we once used to swim.

And some of us remember still the ebb and flow and tide
of our ancestral home where our siblings still abide.

Some go back to the water, some stay away in fear,
but all of us have memories of the sea that salt our tears.


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2 thoughts on “Memories of the Sea

  1. Cynthia Livingstone on said:

    Ebb and flow and tides. A salty tear. To paraphrase Anais Nin “Wh y do women cry? Women cry because it is the quickest way to return to the sea.” Linda, loving what you doing with your series!

    • Thank you Cynthia, this challenge I’ve set myself hasn’t always been easy, but it’s definitely been rewarding and I’m beginning to wonder if, after 366 poems in a row, I’ll be capable of stopping (or if I’ll want to…)

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