Victoria Anderson-Throop Poet Rhyme

Genetic Memory

GENETIC MEMORIES

                                        The taste of sea rules in my blood
                                            my spirit answers soar
                                        a pound of chasing beats my heart
                                           my feet stand wetting shore
                     
                                       There's no trite answer I can give
                                          when screaming white night calls
                                         This thrill is not a simple joy
                                                To it I am enthralled

                                         How passion’s seeds ignite in us
                                                     is not my word to say
                                     But with spring bids the north bound seas
                                                    I know I'll be away.


V Anderson-Throop 2013

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