Open Poetry #38 |
Swept |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
The sands. shifting softly beneath the arch of her foot. Granules gripping tenaciously to the heel...whisked away by some rogue wave that silently slipped ashore. It was there, as I followed those tattletale signs of her that only the grave could take away...It was there that the scent of her drew me into a shuffling trance, in search of the elusiveness of a feminine sway. Each precise step racing, struggling to catch the next. Following the water’s edge, disappearing sporadically as the rushing brine swallowed one then raced seaward once again. And it was there, that place along a desolate seashore, trimmed by dunes and reeds.....There where the gull lazily stood and kept a wary eye. A place where life stopped... For it was there she turned seaward, tears streaming from beautiful blue eyes. There amongst the foam and gentle surges of waves born days before as a feather of wind pushed each wave landward. There, beyond the shells and sand crabs....the only place I knew....that she took one last breath and left our earth behind....as her tears mingled with my own...and I prayed it was but a dream. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
swallowing hard... swept away with this one |
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Liz Sinclair Member
since 2006-05-06
Posts 93Atlantis |
Absolutely beautiful imagery. You kept with the tone the entire way. Thanks for sharing. Take care. Liz...Carpe Diem |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
"sigh" Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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