All Things Flow To The Sea - New Typewriter Series Poem!

Typewriter Series #3096

Another Friday, another chance to send you beauties some brand new, never-before-read poetry. On that note, something special to let you all know soon…stay tuned for it, but I hope you’ll be happy!

Any way, today’s poem is a little meditation that was born out of the place I spend most of my time, Home. It was sent to my brain by the wind, by the storm clouds that always build up in the West and then slowly crawl over the ceiling of this world until they reach me. It was born out of this feeling that I was born by the sea, feel its pull every moment of my life, but so far in my circumstance, have not been allowed to return to it.

This is a little ode to that wind, to that light breaking, to the storms, and to the rainfall that tries so hard to flow back to the sea.

Here is the poem, Typewriter Series #3096, and with it the spoken word audio version, and here is the reminder that inspiration can come from anywhere, at any time, we just have to listen. We don’t do this enough, just sit, just be still, just listen. We should, shouldn’t we?

*A reminder: I’m going to be posting much more regularly this backlog of Typewriter Series poems, brand new, never-before-read, and if you wanna get in on it, I’d love to have you join me behind the little paywall. You get brand new work, the spoken word audio versions, and first access. Honestly, it’s worth it, and your support means the world.

And the spoken word version, for all you audio nerds like me who prefer to hear how the poet heard it in their mind’s voice:

As usual, I love the shit out of each and every one of you. Thank you, for just being you, and for deciding that this place is worth investing in. I literally couldn’t do it without you, and I’m not exaggerating when I say, you’re helping keep me and my family eating right now.