Gulls crying help help help over kelp,
shushing waves try to calm them,
little birds in lofty spruce
chirp amidst branches rubbing together.
Sea is less salty here, or I am more immune
to the cut of sharp seaside smells
I am missing something more
cheeky lobster boats
chug through bays, mouthfuls
of traps and bins full of lobsters
and rotting fish guts
have stopped nauseating me
stringing dried seaweed tangled in cut net,
dented Styrofoam wharf coverings,
a broken teacup, a broken shell,
an empty bottle
no note from a long lost lover here
either
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"Sea is less salty here, or I am more immune
to the cut of sharp seaside smells
I am missing something more"
This is a haunting, pensive, pure penning, Carol. Great photograph, too (except for the damned bottle). 
Sighhh...What we do to our world. It's a sacrilege. Your writing, however, is holy. Your pen moves with the music of sacred voices, my dear Friend. 
Wanda
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WHoa!
This one hit me like a ton of bricks...
Emotion pours from this like salt from the sea you sing about...
The pic only adds to the screams coming from this....Sigh ...Oh my I do love this one...
Lynda
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So much of my writing seems to ultimately end up in that place of turquoise tears..... I wonder if we ever get over it?
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