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Fog on the Shore
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Fog on the Shore |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware 
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Warm fallish day, it had been cool Labor day past - the kids back in school A long sandy stretch lay deserted before me I knew it was there but I could not see the sea The dewpoint was past and the air hung like lead The fog wet my face and dripped from my forehead Sandals in my hands I trudged through the sand All sounds were muffled the crying of gulls was bland The sea whispered to me, on the beach flapping its lips "Where is she now, the one whose fingers gripped?" I had no answer I walked silently on Till I came to our rock where we'd sat in the sun In my mind the box played that CD we loved And my heart's eyes displayed your skin white as a dove I gathered a blossom to put in your hair Against the dark strands like you it was fair So the sea asks its question again and again I tell it you'll be here - but I don't know when A love such as ours is worth all the wait So I will be waiting even at heaven's gate ~Love one human being purely and warmly, and you will love all. The heart in this heaven, like the sun in its course, sees nothing from the dew drop to the ocean, but a mirror which it brightens, and warms and fills. ~ Johann Richter ~ [email protected] |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Seams we both had fog in our heads at the same time. Now we are posting together. I enjoyed this read, wasn't sure how it would end, sad , but beautiful writing Liz |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bill--I have been there on a day just as you described...so vividly you have brought it back to me...you touched my heart with this beautiful poem. |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Liz - your dew is far more attractive than my fog --any day in the week - but thank you for the thought Martie- I love the shore for the peace and serenity it gives me -I go year -round - when there's ice on the sand-- when there's fog or rain or sun - it is my inanimate friend. Thankk you |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Mr. Yeats...thank you for sharing this part of you with me...it says more than you shall ever know... |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
"And my heart's eyes displayed your skin white as a dove" Bill, you captivate the reader with your descriptive writing. This line, in particular, brought an admiring smile. ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
SIGH...I am ready to take that walk...wanna go with me? This is just like a dream. |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Karilea- Don't know what I revealed - but I hope it was good - Thank you Claire- I am forever amazed and extraordinarily grateful for your responses - thank you so much - you renew my writing fire. Paula- I know what you're feeling - You need a shore to walk on Thank you ~S~ |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Wilfred~ Sometimes I sit on the seashore as the fog comes rolling in ... continue into the night until the sun rises to absorb it again. Oh, I like this. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
I kinda figured you lived somewhere near Gainesville - and therefore not far from the coast - and of course it would be almost unthinkable for a poet not to love the shore. Thanks Marge ~G~< !signature--> [This message has been edited by Wilfred Yeats (edited 09-03-2000).] |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Somehow the "sea" seems more romantic than the ocean, I don't know why. It certainly gave the right touch to this one. Kathleen |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
I was born and lived for many years without conscious memory - of the Atlantic or the Pacific - once experienced - some real memories in my 20's - I kept being drawn back - like the lover you can let go - for me - whatever I call her (and she is female to me) for I love her in all her moods - she remains more than friend |
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