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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050
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I was walking On the beach this morning As your light Was still beyond the horizon I was barefoot And I was bitterly cold But it didn’t really matter That’s how it’s always been When you’re on your side Of our, bed As the sun started To sit up from The ocean floor to rise And stretch it’s Fiery arms I noticed That I had been Walking over Some old footsteps On the beach Traces of someone else's Life journey mometarily Trapped In the wet sands of time I looked to see If the person Was ahead of me But each time I did The fog rolled over And blanketed who it was, If anyone I followed the steps Up and away from the water To an old abandoned beach chair That had a scarf tied to it That was flittering in the wind Making it's own song and dance with the flap Of forgotten shoe I picked up the yellow sash And it smelled of salt And beauty It tasted like first light And it was soft, like Lost hope I held it too my face And pressed it to my lips And moved on These bewildering steps Took me over Marsh covered dunes And around A Monterrey pine Where a small bird had fallen From it’s nest I went to put it back In it’s home But it flew off Toward the haze Of it’s tomorrows I heard a seagull fly by me But I couldn’t see it This mossy mist Had embraced me And I was just Following these prints Of someone elses existence One stride At a time Another gull flew by, And then another And soon I could hear A whole flock of them Shrieking up ahead of me As I quickened my pace Coming around a rock formation I thought I heard a splash As the light ripped open the dim Looking behind me I saw my trail had disappeared Into the rising tide And looking ahead I saw the only steps left Walking into the tide… The sea had A peacefulness to it As the waves Slowly started to wash away The few words Left Of a swim Hopefully But possibly Someone’s Final chapter I reached down Into the last imprint Right before it was erased From earth’s memory And lifted up a small pebble It cut into my hand As it glistened with the light Of a million sorrows My red Dripping Onto The blue Into an unwritten ending That swam away With the moaning swells I threw the stone As far I could But I did not Hear the splash The birds were heading Out to sea And so was the wave From the gem I threw Of your, spirit To the other side, of our world Freedom of expression is our, write. [This message has been edited by Richy (05-26-2008 05:56 PM).] |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Richy, in all sincerity, that was one of the most pulchritudinous poems that I have ever had the pleasure of perusing. I was absorbed in every line ~ in every rapturous mot. I could have read this into Forevermore.  What a writer, ye be!  With love and a smile, Linda |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Gosh that word Linda used ... "pulchritudinous" got my attention and in German it means "schön". What an original way to say "beautiful"  You took me on some morning walk, dear Richy! (though it's midnight here now ...) Such enticing visuals! No doubt, you are deeply inspired these days. A pleasure to read! Love, Margherita |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I agree with these two ladies though I have no idea how to spell that p word LOL |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
This is exquisite - and exquisitely sad. Fortunately, I imagine that this is about the imaginary woman you were talking about previously - which is also sad. I love the dream-like quality and the meanderings of your mind blending with the wanderings of your feet. It reminds me a little bit (except that your poem is far better than mine) of one I wrote about a (real) guy at our church who I thought was interested in me, but later realised that he couldn't have been. Anyway, at least I got a poem out of it! In fact, it is the next one in my collection to post (I am a couple of years behind as I haven't been in here for a while - just as well for me, because I haven't written anything in a while - too much of a struggle to survive at the moment - jobwise, not healthwise!). In fact I tried to post it a short while ago, but kept losing my connection with Pip and I think it didn't post. I hope it didn't because I am going to try again. - Owl |
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