COASTRHYMES: Attaining littoral awareness Crisp, salty air blows bolder fr Om places where cool streams of of aq Amarine glide past fragments of Sand coral rise where Throngs of fish swim past jagged chasms as voices f Rom the deep echo faintly w Hile brisk winds whisk Yes, we are but froth Molded from water, winder, and land and app Earing for but an instant before merging into Sea again. Lis: Only old people cun appreciate this sort ah poem. Linda: Zah photo zzz better without zah poem. Ron: Wouldn't duh background be better without either? Den yawh kuld haf a perfect meditation. Lis: Argh! Our words rrrr right, but spirit isn't. Dang! Lex: Don't get stuck in one role. That's not really living . . . ===================================================================================== from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields SUMMARY: An acrostic ode to marine consciousness and conversation about negativity. KEYWORDS: littoral awareness, oceanic consciousness, criticism, complaining games Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ) Begun: 1994 in Maui, Hawaii ✠ Finished: 2020 in Yokohama, Japan Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} < LAST https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/died.htm TOC https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/index.html NEXT > https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/med.htm