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Tracie Skarbo was motivated to write by her father, who was her biggest supporter. “He was always behind me, rallying me on with my writing. I would always see him with a book in hand. He gave me a great appreciation for the written word, and the power and responsibility that writers have to shape those who read their words. He also taught me to respect nature and to value the beauty within it; my reflections on my environment are just an extension of this.” Skarbo was raised on Vancouver Island and is working on her next two books.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Ocean Cliff Melody

Teardrops of light
From her eyes
Down her cheeks and
From a delicate jaw.

She can see him
Out on the ocean’s cliff
Playing his fiddle.
Its sad melody echoes
With longing and loss
Piercing her heart with
Another ever fresh wound.

His soul vibrates
Over the chords;
Upon blended note
Like the scent of his lingering
She can never erase.

Swimming over the
Rolling brine
Sea whispers a warning
She has come too close
To the edge,
To him,
To what was;
What can no longer be.

She gave Neptune
Her legs
In exchange for his life,
Years ago.
Rules must not be broken.
She watches him
From her watery cocoon
While her soul burns.

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