As the tide rolls in,

The sand crabs burrow away,

Fearful for their lives.



The piano hums

With twilight melancholy,

That hints our sadness.


The Ruler

There’s the twelve-inch man,

Straight edged, erect, and strong. That’s

Why he’s called “ruler.”


Blanketed Sunset

As night ousts the day,

The busy beach falls silent,

But we’ll still be warm.


Call to Arms

The beat of the drum

Rolls like thunder in the sky;

Our footsteps the storm.



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  1. The ruler should measure true love’s height… True LOVE is always a perfect dimension.
    When there is a call to arms, the storm shall bring peace…

    Thoughtful and provoking poetry! thank you………

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