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craigrk
Member

since 2001-12-23

Posts 123

0 posted 2002-01-04 11:55 AM

She was frivolous
thin and tan.
I was forty and
sick of my job.
She was talkative,
naked except for my shirt.
She told me she was chilled,
I covered her,
caressed her thigh.
She said she was bored,
I read her poems about us
written long ago.
When she wondered
at my method,
I realized the cold,
stared at the sand
rushing back to the undertow

Startime
Member Ascendant

since 2000-10-03

Posts 5918
Canada

1 posted 2002-01-04 12:00 PM

WOW!!!Is this ever an interesting poem..it felt like you lost her as the sands washed away...not sure.....mmmmmm I need to read this again. Very interesting indeed. **big hugs**

Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams.

VAS
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

2 posted 2002-01-04 12:02 PM

This is a bit spooky! It may be that I've seen too many movies, but this seems like a murder/suicide.

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

3 posted 2002-01-04 12:10 PM

Does feel like a lost cause...something no one can stop, the way change can come over a person we think we know...

craigrk
Member

since 2001-12-23

Posts 123

4 posted 2002-01-04 04:28 PM

That murder /suicide thing is an interesting take. Ambiguity intended, but not that intense. thanks though.

Irish Rose
Member Patricius

since 2000-04-06

Posts 10263

5 posted 2002-01-13 01:52 PM

I read this as very sensual writing.

Kathleen--(Kay)
A true friend does not love you for who you are, but in spite of who you are." -- Caroline Tran

Mistletoe Angel

Member Empyrean

since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

6 posted 2002-01-13 02:40 PM

(sigh) Soooooooo thoughtful and expressive, sweet friend, it seems everyone has different perceptions of this poem, but the way I saw it is what Irish Rose described, a sensual poem about being tossed in with the waves and landing on a lovers paradise! (big hugggsssss) Maybe I'll read it again too! We all love you so much, sweet friend, this is fabulous! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Craig, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

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