Ann Roske Poet Prose Poetry

Wayside Walk

Ocean gales and tidal shift
Pounding 
Basalt and sandstone mountains
Boulders 
Rocks tumble into pebbles
Mighty trees 
Uproot and splinter in Neptune's fury
Under my feet,  
Crumbled remains of life 
Ground to dust by the unrelenting ocean
Walking barefoot on tiny shards of glass

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Vince Suzadail Jr. January 15, 2013 at 4:04 PM I miss the ocean, my first love. Wanted to be a sailor at about 6 years old.

Richard Lamoureux October 24, 2012 at 12:43 PM Very Nice, I feel the glass beneath my feet and the ocean wind blowing in my face. Thanks for reading my poem and commenting. Rick

Richard Palmer October 8, 2012 at 2:28 PM lovely write,Ann

David O'Haolin Whalen June 29, 2012 at 6:59 PM Nice bit of free verse, very sensitively written. It forces on to use one's imagination. Good work!

Anne-Lise Andresen June 15, 2012 at 12:44 PM Well written Ann, good. - Have a lovely weekend. - oxox love Anne-Lise