by Larry Chamberlin   May 29, 2017

Waves pound at a foot-sized concrete slag;
even as it's driven further ashore, buried,
rock protests "sorry I cannot change."
Despite its inertia stone feels that drag,
as further up the beach it's ferried,
astounded by relentless water's range;
must suffer to hear ocean tide brag
"whales and liners I have carried
moving your bulk is nothing strange."


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  • 1 year ago

    by mossgirl19

    My pleasure to comment first on this wonderful piece Larry. It was a fun read but of course, it does not remain on the visuals. Deep down to me it speaks of being dragged by waves of circumstances in life and being taunted too that we can be carried away because of who we are because we can't change. A great piece.