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I want to talk with you
like an ocean tide
rising and swelling
crashing and receding
laughter and whispers
uncontained
lapping and grabbing
at edges
water sinking into sand,
instead of overenunciating
from across the street
behind a mask
into a screen,
This loud monotone
like a spoon
clanging a pan
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The last line is so effective. It hurts to read it! Well done.
Really liked this.
<3 Yes! Me too! Great comparisons!
I appreciate very much your poem’s subject–qualities of conversation, connection. Great topic!
Thank you all! I want to mention that although I miss boundless conversations, I understand and abide by all the social distancing guidance. It’s a necessary grief
‘water sinking into sand’ completes your introductory thought and grabs me for the ending.