The First Ocean the ugly writers

The First Ocean

I go every day to the ocean now, sword in hand, or a finely-cut branch. I can stand in its midst, utter a war cry to the bleak rush.

Waves thunder in,
a blue-black
green world,
and I stand in its midst.
Stones clatter from the tidal bed,
turning over,
in their own neap.
How to own,
just then,
that dark love was coming.
How to stand against it.
I go every day to the ocean now,
sword in hand, or a finely-cut branch.
I can stand in its midst,
utter a war cry to the bleak rush.

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Meg Smith
Meg Smith is a poet, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass., U.S.A. Her poetry has appeared or has been accepted to The Cafe Review, Pudding, The Offering, Astropoetica, Star*Line, Illumen, and more. She is a former board member of Lowell Celebrates Kerouac! and produces the Edgar Allan Poe Show, dedicated to Poe's presence in Lowell. She has recently published a second poetry book, Dear Deepest Ghost, available through Amazon.

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