message in a bottle

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    I am one who walks along the shore
    looking for answers and sea glass.
    If it were not for the cleansing tides,
    the beach would be a well-worn path,

    but twice a day the waves come
    and wash away my searches and sins
    and lay them at someone else’s feet,
    or let them sink into the deep.

    I imagine an armada of ambivalence,
    anger, and angst floating and sinking,
    like bottles tossed by castaways
    wishing life would feel less lonely.

    As the waves wipe away the first
    of my footsteps, she starts a fire,
    uncorks the wine, and waits
    for me to find my way home.

    Peace,
    Milton

    *This is a response to the prompt at Writer’s Island.

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    1. This poem is so visual!

      “I imagine an armada of ambivalence,
      anger, and angst floating and sinking,
      like bottles tossed by castaways
      wishing life would feel less lonely.”

      I can see the bottles silently bobbing. And the last stanza. Such beautiful closure. Love it!

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