Open Poetry #26 |
Surge Tide |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Her eyes were tinged A sad blue note Held in four four time That matched the waves Lapping at her feet I would have waltzed with her there, Sand squished between toes As wet feet became covered Then washed with each surge, But her eyes told me That fragile glass beginnings Break easily Instead I watched Her lost in her world Me Wishing she were In mine |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You behold beautifully... and describe tragedy with tenderness. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(smiling) I suffer an overactive imaginative disorder with symptons leading to dysfunctional descriptive passages being penned in excess of allowable norms. |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Well these green eyes are envious; gentleness and compassion, great combo! Think he should do more than wish, for he has to admit blued beach glass is pretty and strong...no sharp edges, just soft to touch. Add a little wet kiss and see her shine. Maybe she is not the eggshells he seems to imply. You just don't know how to dance (waltz) as previously admitted in your other poetry. Grins and smiles, This is a nice, lovely heartfelt poem. Enjoyed the imagery and now I miss the beach myself. Hugs, Pat |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
LOL... you are right Pat... I don't know how to dance... and as explained above the disease I seem to be aflicted with will not let me be normal. thanks for the comment... much appreciated. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
....damn ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
But her eyes told me That fragile glass beginnings Break easily Instead I watched Her lost in her world Me Wishing she were In mine ==================== double damn .... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I suffer an overactive imaginative disorder with symptons leading to dysfunctional descriptive passages being penned in excess of allowable norms. ========================== * moth hopes there is no cure* |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Ron, How beautifully sad. You know, I had a very nice experience at the beach not too long ago. Just a walk really, but the water was beautiful and so was the company. Susan |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very good, enjoyed so much |
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Pell Member
since 2001-09-16
Posts 134Pacific NW |
Her eyes were tinged A sad blue note Held in four four time That matched the waves Lapping at her feet I would have waltzed with her there, Perhaps he could change the beat- and overcome those two left feet? (sorry lol) What`s Normal, Ron? ALways enjoy your writes, this one is no exception. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Having had several moments like this in my life, I appreciate this poem greatly. Thank you. |
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