There is much talk of sea level right now,
and of levels of the sea; as a boy I would stand,
stare and dream on that far horizon
where all pondered distance was gone.
The boy’s right brain carried more wisdom
than the later indoctrinated left side ever could.
And what drove the world? How did eons
of tides turn hard rock to smooth sand?
For that boy’s curiosity ever remains;
half buried windows along old streets,
the monochrome pictures of grandeur, destroyed
and replaced by boxes of brick, or cold steel and glass.
Sea levels rise and fall, as is nature’s prerogative.
It is not in anyone’s remit to falsify, or destroy.
Copyright Francis 2021
Ciscography 
Children see things for what they are. Their dreams of curiosity are pure and uncluttered. You developed that well in this poem.
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Well stated,. Love this line
“Sea levels rise and fall, as is nature’s prerogative.”👍👍
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I love that the boy’s right brain held more wisdom than his adult left brain. All the buildings edging closer to the shore…..in my home town, all the apple orchards have been replaced by miles and miles of condominiums. Not an improvement.
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There is a long breath in sea level, breadth our human time can’t quite grasp. I would venture the right brain here belongs to the sea. We are descendants of the sea, our blood has the same salt content as sea water: One hopes this poet’s view remains unobstructed by the sad constructions of human time … Thanks for brining it to earthweal … Brendan
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I like the powerful comparison between the left and right hand sides of the brain here, and between:
‘the monochrome pictures of grandeur, destroyed/and replaced by boxes of brick, or cold steel and glass.’ We sure are turning the tide against ourselves!
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Yes they have the temerity to call it progress! It’s the exact opposite. Thank you 🙏🏻
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I too love that the boy’s right brain held more wisdom than his adult left brain, and the image of the boy standing, starting and dreaming ‘on that far horizon where all pondered distance was gone’. The boy has the foresight. I also love the pertinent questions, especially ‘How did eons of tides turn hard rock to smooth sand?’
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Thank you Kim!
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The sea is beyond words. We know, but sometimes we forget. (K)
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An elegant and eloquent poem, Francis.
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