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we might walk along
the ocean shore
to collect driftwood
a carnage
i implore
washed here from
other distant lands
or linger as i do now
in your embrace
listening to words
that will leave
no sign or trace
we have been here as
the wind and sea
carry footprints
away so effortlessly
but tell me only
of your
passion filled heart
and do not share
that which you
should not impart
of secrets once shared
with another heart true
who you left for a time
so that you
could walk with me
here to collect driftwood
washed smooth and clean
remnants loved and
left by the sea
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/
reneejustturtleflight.com 
This is quite beautiful, Renee…a blend of nature and love. Seems to me there’s not much better than that.
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Part and parcel to much of what I write here on my site. Thank You!
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i feel something sad hiding in the dunes. I enjoy the scene you’ve painted—the drift wood, footprints in the sand and the warm embrace.
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…really beautiful… all the visuals and over all atmosphere created here – engaging! smiles…
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Thank you for visiting and for you comment.
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nice…really like how you use the driftwood in this…i love driftwood…and i hear the heart as well…dont tell me of before…let me be in the now…
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I love ocean beaches and collecting things, although I don’t as much as I use to. Brought home such wonderful treasures as a child but I don’t think my folks were impressed when something turned out to have a living thing inside. LOL Thanks so much for your comment, Brian.
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collecting driftwood with the loved one as well..i like the symbolism in this…so much beauty even after being battered by the sea so hard..
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Thank you Claudia! I’m glad to have finally tried dVerse. I am enjoying the people there.
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A great pic to a great writing my friend, your words bite deeply to my heart and rekindled memories best left in the days of long ago in an old mans mind.
Aussie Ian
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Glad you have memories with which to connect to with the words I’ve written. Thank you for your kind words.
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There is love and joy here, but do I detect the hints of something not quite so positive? This is a well-crafted poem – I particularly enjoyed the way the closure is so closely connected to the opening.
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Thank you Tony and for visiting. Something I’ve done before, connecting the first with the last. It suits me somehow.
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It brought me a felt sense of walking on the beach. Love the wispy feel of it as if the memory is being swept away like sand as it is being told.
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Thanks Colleen! I can’t seem to write enough when it comes to the ocean. I have more posts connected to this part of nature that I so love.
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beautiful write. love the way the piece flows and then, looking back I can’t help but find a really nice sense of contrast in the use of carnage and remnants. Very nicely done. Thanks
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Thanks for the comment and for visiting. I dropped by your site as well.
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Loved it ..I feel like driftwood sometimes..great job
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Thanks Steve and for visiting!
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Renee, my dear friend, your talent in your poems always leaves me wanting more.. I am happy I drifted over this evening my friend.. thank you for leaving me your comments… Hugs Sue
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Thanks Sue! I always appreciate when you can make it by. Take Care!
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the beach is a lovely place to share, perhaps we become driftwood in time.
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Thanks Lucy! One never knows…really.
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Renee, this poem makes me long for the shore, I live soooo far inland. It is nice to see you over at the Pub, what a nice surprise! I have been so busy it is hard for me to get a poem linked up, let alone get around to read other folks. But Easter vacation is just around the bend.
Pamela
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Sorry to hear you are that far inland. I am quite a ways in also and not nearly as close as when I grew up in CA. I could have lived at the beach and in the ocean. I seem to write quite alot, given just that part of my life, about water. My mother said I was a ‘fish’. LOL Thanks for visiting!
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