The Ocean And I At The End Of The World

poem about the ocean and love


I was there- where the sand starts to spill over,
My toes splayed out across the cold tar,
The marram grass combing the sky in riots.

I was there with the sea in my eyelashes,
The bomb heat rippling over my bare back,
Fingers groping the chasms of my empty pockets.

I was there, the wind fresh on my open shoulders,
Blowing stinging life inside my beating highways,
Passing through every hole I’d dug out.

I was there at the edge of the sea,
Knocking on the front door,
Begging to be let in.



photograph from unspalsh

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Noelle Currie

I have been writing short fiction and poetry for ten years. I recently completed the second of two novels that are currently unpublished. I was the winner of The Book Doctor’s Pitchapalooza in 2013 and recipient of the Gold Medal in poetry in the Tunxis Academic and Art Challenge in 2009. I submit poetry and short fiction pieces to the creative writing website weekly. I graduated from the University of Connecticut in 2013 with a degree in vocal performance. My second love is singing opera.

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