Songs Of The Sea-Coast Poem by Charles Chaim Wax

Saying a lot in a few lines. Felt this one, CC, Love L

our need to leave a mark on something, some recognisable trace (why are we writing poems) ...something of this message in much of your poetry, the inability to let go of the material, the physical impossibility perhaps of us understanding in any other or higher terms...a concise and evocative poem, and quietly heroic (as always.)

Praise for the beautiful simplicity of your solitary song. Regards, Sandra Fowler

Dear Charles, I really like your poem. The one thing that I became fixated on was the wording-yet, and still. In my mind, one or the other seemed unnecessary, and I couldn't decide which. Maybe neither. Its the critique in me. Love, Phillip

This poem so speaks of both the temporal and eternal realms. The depression could be washed away along with the scribblings and author, too, gone in a cleansing foam of salt and water. The sea, the sea: life source and healer. Nothing can stand in its way, man cannot command it nor change one wave in its path. A wonderful poem with great depth in its simplicity.

The sitting by the shore when depressed is enough to inspire anyone to write....the scribbling in the sand, I love that. Erased so soon. Beautiful poem. Sincerely, Mary

A meticulous and beautifully vivid angle at which to view the ocean from - vast, deep and leaving its mark everywhere. A wonderful, refreshing read. - K.

Exactly. Wonderful write, Charles. Sandra