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Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

0 posted 2010-05-29 01:18 PM

I walked
to lands end
this morning,
where the sea
swallows passengers
of broken shells
and fears,
of letting go.

A wave
licked my leg
as a crab peered,
laying on his
bedrock.

The tern flew straight
to a bank of fog
making a deposit
as he slipped on through;
its invisible flight
lingering
in the ear
of a forgotten
conch shell.

I went because
I needed the cold slap
of brine and mist
pressed against
my face, hard
and even harder back.

The disappearing dunes,
a feather
without a flock,
a child with pail
building castles,
to some cloud
of innocence.

A bark
from a wave
with a wagging tale,
the chewed up
driftwood
hidden in the
haze.

The house
with the terrace
half covered with
sand,
the windmill trying
to make its last
stand.

Plants poking
their heads
from the
quiet ground,
this plot divided
of silence,
and sound.

I love how you can
tell
how a garden feels,
just by
its bouquet.

How the mound
seems to pulse
and exude
with the silk
of its color
and the taste,
of its spasm.

Why does the perfume
of its spirit,
so enchant
and entice me?

As the wind cries pink
in fingers plunged,
in this loam
of devotion.

Why is passion
ripe arisen,
so expressed
by fragrance soft
and spicy,
coating oration
with dream
and swallow?

As lands smile,
in flowers.

This delicate blossom
emerging
from a facture
upon the cliff of a soul
the roots of her feet,
twiddling
deeper, and deeper
ensconced
behind the eyes
of caverns
forging deeper,
till the elixir
of her essence
lays moist
on lips lush,
and lingual.

These flowers,
these poems of nature
seductive and delicate,
turning mountains
to dust
and powder of shore.

As the isthmus
snakes stiff
into the sea,
tonguing
the sweet marinade,
of salt
and breeze.

[This message has been edited by Richy (05-30-2010 04:23 AM).]

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

1 posted 2010-05-30 09:12 PM

I think your ending wraps it up beautifully~
There is so much to feel when reading your poetry, the range of emotions is uncanny
and every thought either embraces this romantic heart of mine or brushes up against old scars.

Anyway, this was really lovely~

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

2 posted 2010-05-31 11:12 AM

As the wind cries pink
in fingers plunged,
in this loam
of devotion.

Why is passion
ripe arisen,
so expressed
by fragrance soft
and spicy,
coating oration
with dream
and swallow?

As lands smile,
in flowers.

Deeply captivating words, dear Richy. Rich in beauty and emotions.

Love,
Margherita

Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

3 posted 2010-05-31 11:13 AM

Thank you Lori dear, just the thought of my words embracing your heart, makes mine warm and full. Thank you for that. ((((Bluesy)))

Richard xx

Richy
Member Elite

since 2003-05-03

Posts 3050

4 posted 2010-05-31 11:16 AM

Margy! Thanks hon, I'm glad you liked it!

Richard

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