Waves rush over me
As my toes sink in the sand
Reliving moments from before
Washing ore me new life
Looking out ore the horizon
Trying to see my future
Hazy skies cloud my mind
Nothing is crystal clear
An empty shell comes in my view
I kneel down and pick it up
Peering inside I speak softly
Are you in here or have you also moved on
Reaching for higher grounds
Where prey can never find you
I turn my ear and listen
To the echoes of once lived life
I place it in my pocket and
Carry this close to my heart
Where I can connect with
What this poor creature has endured
Already in its short life
Looking down and forward
Rubble laying in my path
Who has walked my footprints
What thoughts crossed their mind
As they looked out over the horizon
Trying to figure out their next plan
I have reached the end of the path
My walk is now complete
Make my way back to my beginning
Answers still remain questions
I see a masterpiece as a
Turtle is giving everything she has
To bury her eggs deep within the
Grains of sand, protecting it
Until it is time to be born
Life continues no matter
What is on our mind
No matter where we are
Life moves forward with
Or without us
I look ahead and see the steps
Taking me back to my own thoughts.
Terry Shepherd
02262013
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beautiful! the ocean , like life , rushes at us and draws away. you might like an older post i wrote titled Ebb And Flow. We seem to use the same analogies a lot. Maybe we’ve traveled the same roads.
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from the very beginning and please don’t feel I am strange but from the very beginning when I found your post I felt a connection. I don’t know what it is, but when I see your new post, I jump to it first. I can not read your post fast enough. I think it is because I relate to your thoughts so easily. I will find your Titled Page. thank you
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I don’t think you are strange at all. I believe since we are both care givers for some one that we cherish deeply we have experienced some of the same challenges. I believe that I wrote Ebb and Flow in November but I’m not really sure. It should be in the End Of Life…category. Stay well.
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I found it and loved it just like I do all of your post……………..you touch my heart with your posts
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“I look ahead and see the steps
Taking me back to my own thoughts.”
I simply love that!
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so glad you enjoyed my poem my friend Amos!!!
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This is beautiful
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thank you my friend
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Wow…..wonderful writing, Terry.
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thank you so much Adin!!!
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Excellent Terry …with all that is on your mind and heart with al that you could write so elegantly and from the heart…I applaud you my dear !
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thank you so much Len. you are so kind……
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Beautiful and thoughtful, Terry! Thank you and God bless you!
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so glad you liked it Debbie
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Wonderful writing!
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thank you so much my friend. If i could give you a hug I would
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Great poem. We are not permanent and life is beautiful. Perhaps it is that impermanence that makes it so beautiful. The knowledge that it is here for this unique representation of itself and we are here to witness it.
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I love what you have commented. you make me feel like you really understood the meaning of my poem. Thank you so much!!!
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Loved it,Terry! Hugs Paula xx
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thank you so much Paula!!! Great to see you!
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Reblogged this on The Arkside of Thought.
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thank you so much. This means the world to me Sahm!!
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Ain’t no thang but a chicken wang. <——That's me being nonsensical. You've some nice work. It's all good.
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thanks my friend, I like the humor you added, thang chicken wang!!!
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The circle of life goes on, no matter what…don’t know from where it all began…nor for how long the wheel will keep turning…the ocean , the horizon, the restlessness of the waves and the briny air does tend to make one contemplative, doesn’t it?
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yes it does. One day we are a child, and the next day it seems we are old and looking back
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