Sun seducing me to wake.

a poem from the rocks.

first real warmth of the year, listening to the sound of the ocean, sun seducing me to wake; water and water sign merging together, and here is where I feel the safest, tied to the rocks at the oceans edge.

poem written in the heat of an April day, with the sea creeping ever closer.

How many more voices

Lost to the wind that blows

Land empty– but there was a time

Where life flourished— we who once

Asked the earth

What did she really want

How many more voices lost to the wind

That blows echoing across

A fertile barren land

Scars dig deep into flesh

It too once believed in salvation

How many more lost voices will the

Land have to sweep from its surface

Before they are even given the

Chance to be heard;

What if we are all poets

Condemned to whisper

Our own desires into the dirt

For it is the only thing that will

Still listen and then still promise

To hold us.

the sea, she speaks in lullabies and then raptures, she drifts words lost between her currents to the shore, for wandering poets to pick from the foam,

Beatrice.n.