Open Poetry #32 |
Light Storm Surge |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
On a gray cloudy day That had brushed the sun away He walks barefoot in the sand Waiting for the turn of night Ankle deep where the waves creep Lightly rain mixes with ocean’s weep Leaving footprints in the sand Others rush for warm and bright. Raven hair and light brown skin, Brown eyes match the suit she’s in A mere handkerchief of clothes Hiding enhancing what shows Gives a grin as she dives in Between crashes of surf swims He’ll watch standing on the sand Then, quietly exit stage right. Gloom |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Professor, That gloom has earmarks of a tomb. Well done, good read. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Why exit? lovely. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I remember those days of sun and sand and bikinis... ~sighing~ M |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Imagery surperb! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Perfect sense...that's why the shore has such a draw! Grin. TD |
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