Natural Starfish
By Jordan A
Published 5 September 2014
Eight points filled with intricacy
Angles and edges border the neutral
Washed up from a sea of wavy ripples
Picked up from ancestors
Passed through heritage
This starfish gives me a vein of surprise
Images of my great grandparents
Flood my mind like the gushes of a waterfalls
Sorrow drudges me back
Unlocks a temple for my mind and soul
Beige Blotches
White Dashes
Salty wind on the tip of my tongue
With mysterious secrets throughout
Waves of passion will rest
Until sun rays of young run pass
This the time i will deliver
Tiny starfish speaks 100 words
On squeaky sand grains
Of the broad shoulders of Stockton beach