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Winter Walk

That the waves and rocks find voice here in the howl of winter, is because I have come to listen and to be in the loneliness of this place. Only the seagulls are here with me and hang in the tumult, taunting the wind. Deep in this solitude is the thought of a drowned youth, swept away and lost to the silence sunk far below the furious sounds that headstone his name. I am the last to remember him and reach down, but he is now beyond my grasp. I have let him go. I feel the sting of the salty air on my face, the cold leaching through this old coat and my unsteady feet stumbling to find balance on this rubbly ground. The air shudders with the crash of nearby breakers. I cling desperately to the sound.

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Date: 12/14/2024 5:46:00 PM
Paul, congratulations on your poem being featured on the PS homepage. Beautiful and haunting imagery. It felt like I was watching an old black and white mystery movie. Well done.
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Date: 9/2/2022 4:45:00 PM
Sounds like a wonderfully wild and healing place. SuZ
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