Open Poetry #12 |
Brandy Laced Thoughts |
Celeste Senior Member
since 2000-11-11
Posts 597 |
The trees are bare and there's a bitter bite in the wind that seems to go straight through me and yet I can't go in yet just feel the need to stand here for a moment in the night with strands of my hair blowing across my face and I long for the ocean for waves crashing powerfully against the shore for the sand beneath my feet for that awe inspiring feeling of vastness of constant of forever The touch of tender delicate shells worn smooth from their life in the sea And I long to run straight in diving beneath the waves Naked and free Except some nasty fish would inevitably touch me or I'd pick the one spot there was a stray shark who was a little on the hungry side So I scratch that part There's still the beach Salt air and the moon hanging above the water as if by cows bellow across the street I open my eyes reluctantly glaring their way, and realize I'm shivering in the cold on the front steps in the night's wind but that's only for now I know where I'm going To hold tomorrow we must first be willing to let go of yesterday. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
wish I knew where I was going for that awe inspiring feeling of vastness of constant of forever love those lines.. ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I felt your longing...living by the ocean I can tell you that you are longing for a very good reason. I loved your poem and the visuals were nice and vivid. Thank you for a great evening read. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Ocean dreams, cow reality...kinda like champagne taste, beer money. I appreciate both and you wrote it well! |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Wonderful, wonderful visit to the shore. It caused me to think that that is perhaps a time when I would miss having long hair. When the strands of my hair could not add another bit of sensuousness to the seabreeze. I'm curious...was it to reflect interrupted thought, or were you searching for a word and forgot to go back and insert it in the following: Salt air and the moon hanging above the water as if by "cows bellow" is the beginning of the next line I'm always afraid I'm going to forget to go back and put in that word that wouldn't come to me...in fact, I think I've done that very thing. |
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Packratmike Senior Member
since 2001-02-25
Posts 632California, USA |
VAS...it worked for me as an interrupted thought. dreamkeeper....pour me one of them brandys! I liked your poem. Packratmike |
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Celeste Senior Member
since 2000-11-11
Posts 597 |
Yes, Packratmike has it, was supposed to be an interrupted thought. Thanks everyone! I honestly thought it was terrible, but was not a good writing night last night. I'd hoped a bit of brandy would help. To hold tomorrow we must first be willing to let go of yesterday. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
dreamkeeper - a bit of the brandy, a cold night wind, and searching out thoughts as the moon and stars light the sky. A thoughtful writing. BC |
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