The Salted Sea



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My emotions spill into the world around me

A tributary to the river of humanity

Spun and spooled in the eddies of life

And washed to where I do not know

Conglomerated in the mass

They become a whisper at a rock concert

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The personal, profound, and profane

Are mixed into the slew of society’s flow

Racing to the sea of old feelings

Where they are lost among the waters

Fanning out through a muddied delta

Before they meet the depths

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What is dripped in spherical identity

Losses its shape and molds, conforms

Pushed against the rocks and shores

Strong enough and sharp enough

To tear them open and make them

Shapeless and unrecognizable

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The once unique and individual

Is lost in the overwhelming tide

Of unique and individual

Fresh mixes with brine

And my emotions are lost

In a salient and salted sea

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Comments
13 Responses to “The Salted Sea”
  1. beth says:

    “The once unique and individual

    Is lost in the overwhelming tide

    Of unique and individual”

    This!

  2. K.L. Hale says:

    Brad, it’s such a gift to write the way you do. “A tributary to the river of humanity”…a “whisper at a rock concert”…so many lines, so many feelings! It’s just brilliant and relatable! Happy Palm Sunday my friend. ♥️🥰🤗

  3. petespringerauthor says:

    I think this is one of your better poems, Brad, and that’s saying something.

  4. We are one of the many and many of the one, separately and simultaneously…

  5. jonicaggiano says:

    This feels like a piece about cleansing one’s inner self. An effort to stay with our core and who we are while constantly being intermingled with others. Beautifully done Brad. Sending you lots of love and hugs and a Happy Holy Week. ❤️🤗 Jonikins

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