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Surf City, NJ ~ Rene Foran
run fast
little one
eyes blinded by life
lungs burning from
the acrid smoke of
lost hope 
do not stop
run to me 

fall to the earth
arms hugging 
knees,
toes gripping sand 
let loose
the litany of the wrongs,
the slights
cry on my shoulder 

exhale
liberating
every demon
that dogs you
all that glitter
that shunned you 
belt it out like Aretha
go 'head and tell me

lift
from your shoulders
the jagged slab
that owns you
tumble it into mei will make smooth
the crags
with each turn,
rough patches polished
soul bright

Peace ~ Rene

Comments

  1. signed...bkmApril 14, 2011 at 10:27 PM

    this poem has so many levels...from mother to child, from creator to creation...a wonderful pairing to the "footprints" poem...a surrender of everything that we may be polish and carried....that is how i read this...blessings...bkm

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  2. ElaineApril 14, 2011 at 10:46 PM

    this will probably go down as one of my all time favorites from Rene...well until you write the next one! Love this!

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  3. Brian MillerApril 14, 2011 at 10:58 PM

    yeah i get the parenting level of this...maybe even friendly...like teh rock polishing too...

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  4. ianApril 15, 2011 at 3:50 AM

    i second what elaine said.

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  5. Irish GumboApril 15, 2011 at 6:27 AM

    'Tis the dawning of the age of...

    Amen! Gott im Himmel, das ist gut!

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  6. PearlApril 15, 2011 at 8:08 AM

    Fiercely sweet, Rene. :-)

    Pearl

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  7. Fred MillerApril 15, 2011 at 9:23 AM

    I feel like the kid when I read this.

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  8. UnknownApril 15, 2011 at 10:43 AM

    Perfect tittle. Great metaphor. Thought-provoking. Terrific read.
    Enough superlatives?

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  9. MarianApril 16, 2011 at 12:41 PM

    aw, rene.

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  10. jenny_oApril 17, 2011 at 4:45 PM

    Lovely version of the last verse today, and since it was already my favourite part, well... that is saying something.

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  11. JinksyApril 18, 2011 at 5:06 PM

    I enjoyed the relationship between words and picture, which is truly beautiful, with the sunlight catching the foam...

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  12. vickilikesfrogsApril 20, 2011 at 10:58 AM

    Well, you did it. I was sitting here, just sitting here, reading facebook and twitter, now I'm crying. Great poem!!!!!

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  13. Dawn M. HamsherMay 1, 2011 at 9:05 PM

    Beautiful. You poem make me thing of the hymn...
    Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
    Look full in His wonderful face,
    And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
    In the light of His glory and grace.

    I'm a new follower!

    The Write Soil

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