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Surf of Perranporth
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Surf of Perranporth |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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Surf of Perranporth The mist clung to the cliff like a grey veil Dampness touched my face with soft tears from the cloud Skylarks hushed no blue sky for them this day Unseen below soothing sound of Cornish surf On clearer days a white expanse of sand But not this day this cold day of deepest thought No horizon to chase the mind away To sun kissed hair and freckles within your tan Lost sun once painted shadows on the ground Those seas once blue true colour reflecting eyes And on the surf white horses chase the wind Then fall and tumble their forms soon lost in foam Far below the tide turns for better days Breath of wind to part the veil then golden rays |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You word painted the word picture very well, Michel . . . ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
You really are a wordsmith par excellence, Michael. I felt the weight of sorrow's weather - or weather's sorrow - in this and the longing for the happiness and memories embraced by the literal and emotional effects of the warmth of sunshine on sand and soul that seemed so far away. Very, very beautiful (as always).  Owl |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
Thanks Jerry and Owl Recent holiday in Cornwall (surfer's paradise) one day brilliant sun and blue skies the next the sea mist rolled in. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed reading this...james |
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