Poetry: Seaside 

I can’t get enough of this Prisma App it captures the complexities of color so well.  I’ve been playing with it a lot recently and I’m sure  that you’ll see it all over my IG feed in the next few weeks. 

I thought these pictures were a perfect companion for this little poem I came across the other day. I couldn’t locate an author to give credit to, but these words totally resonated with me so I just had to share them.  If anyone knows who wrote it, please, help a sistah out. 

“Leave your worries by the shore line, 

And run your bare feet through the sand, 

Let the water be a soft bed, 

When you cannot bear to stand, 

Make friends with flying seagulls, 

And hold the sun up on your palm, 

Before you duck beneath the water, 

Where the world is mute and calm, 

Tell the fish all of your problems, 

As they all come swimming past, 

When your lungs are close to bursting, 

Swim above the waves and gasp, 

Let the water hold your sadness, 

And wash it right out to the sea, 

So like a message in a bottle, 

All your worries are set free, 

And the sea might make you feel alone, 

But the world has troubles too, 

For how else do you suppose, 

That the ocean got so blue?” 

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