Anais Vionet Poet Free verse

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find me

Find that sweet spot, between awareness and inaction

Out to find me? 
search by the sea
breathe the brine seasoned air
bathe in the great soundless sound
watch the empire of the repeating sea
which comes and goes for unknown reasons
not for a day or for a season 
but forever

Out to find me? 
search by the sea
you’ll find me under cloud nine
gazing seaward for long slippery moments
I romanticize my inability to focus
but the sea is a great thief of time 
its pitches keeping time
to some gravitational clock.

There - see him?
the tall sun-burned man
he is my playfellow
 - how, is sealed between us -
but his tristful visage quickens my heart
- he has exceeded all promise

great loves have died
great seas have dried
the threatening is most sea-like
astringent, overwhelming
promising griefs unspeakable

without him I am unrooted
and utterly unfixable

Out to find me? 
search by the sea
that wide and universal theatre
is the potent scene we play in -
he is with me - we two are joined 
with the stubbornness of fortune
- we were wrought by nature -
and you cannot fight a natural sea
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Songs for this:
please please please let me get what i want by She & Him
Hearts working overtime by Born At Midnite
Pacific Ave by Pearl & The Oysters

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Chris Conn May 21, 2026 at 10:53 AM Peek-AAA-boo. I want you to write a story about me. Chris Conn May 22, 2026 at 2:52 AM Just make it a grand expose and leave nothing out. =] Anais Vionet May 21, 2026 at 3:00 PM Okay. Sure. First, thanks for choosing me for this delicate task.. err.. honor. And secondly, tell me everything you don't want people to know about you - so I'll be sure and leave those parts out - you can never be to safe on the internet.

Vincine Fallica May 18, 2026 at 5:43 AM ! How does this poem arise amidst the bustle of the French Riviera? Or is its reputation as a noisy vacation spot belie its ability to induce soulful contemplation? Nay, tis the power of Peter (your bf) to coax such appreciation of the heart’s space. Anais Vionet May 21, 2026 at 2:55 PM Poetry is not a beach sport. I'm afraid of getting sand in my laptop. So I keep my phone in a bag and dictate ideas to my watch, which I transcribe later. The place that bustles is Saint-Tropez, about 11 miles noth-east of here. We're laidback - I sit in the shade reading a paperback - book #5 in the 'Wheel of Time' series - and Peter's reading "Quantitative Risk Management" by (several people). Honestly, it's rough.

Arlo Parker May 17, 2026 at 9:41 PM Sea adjacent and sharing intimate silent communication crosses the border of sublime. Peter is a dashing knight to his Tiny Elfin Princess. Hardly an armful, and yet insurmountable..... Anais Vionet May 17, 2026 at 9:45 PM Aww, that's beautiful Ario. =]