The Salted Sea
~~~
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
~~~
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
~~~
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
~~~
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
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
“The once unique and individual
Is lost in the overwhelming tide
Of unique and individual”
—
This!
Thanks, Beth!
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. ♥️🥰🤗
Thank you, dear Karla! And a Happy Palm Sunday to you! 💖💕
You’re welcome ☺️. Happy Monday, too, Brad! 🥰💕❤️
I think this is one of your better poems, Brad, and that’s saying something.
Thank you, Pete! Knowing what works well is a huge help. I appreciate your opinion and constant support.
We are one of the many and many of the one, separately and simultaneously…
Well put. Thank you, Francisco!
You’re welcome my friend!
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
Thank you, Jonikins! That is a lovely perspective. Sending you much love and hopes for a wonderful Easter. 💖
Thank you Brad and coming right back at you my friend. Big hugs 🤗 Jonikins