Prose Poem: Sea Song

By Sikander

Fri, 08 May 2009
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You were born out of the Bogna sea. Flotsam and jetsam were your sisters as you were spewed, mewling babe, at my feet.
I gathered you up; what else could I do? I dusted the sand from your back and plucked the cockles from between your pale pink toes.

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Submitted by Sikander on
Thanks, SundaysChild. This is a bit of an experiment for me - a first venture into poetry. I really enjoyed writing it, but it's a relief to know that it works as a poem.

Submitted by Sikander on
Oh, that's the best compliment I've ever had! Thanks, SundaysChild, that really means a lot.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Very nice, Sikander. Prose poetry is not as easy as it looks. Love and beauty, touching and seeing; all parallel images of joy, is within your poem. Well done. Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Beeme on
This is stunning Sikander (: Really, really beauiful. Great work. Best wishes Beeme.

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Submitted by ScoZen on
Really enjoyed this. Perhaps more so as I live overlooking the sea. More please.
ScoZen