She stands,
silhouetted against the shimmer
of the rippling wavelets,
hair free,
carefree;
arms extended
towards the setting sun,
in a prayer, an exaltation
for a night not yet begun.
She lies,
glistening body outlined in moonlight,
hair wet,
eyes bright;
legs outstretched
towards the rising tide,
the still-warm sand,
pepper-like,
running through her hand.
She rises,
as a cool breeze blows,
dresses in her scattered clothes
and wanders off along the beach...
beyond my reach.
A contest entry
- Good poems by luther amy1.
450 points, ended January 14, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Mm'kay. It's Free-verse Time :] by Sunkissed xo.
400 points, ended February 19, 68 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow.
You set the scene so well here with your vivid, rich imagery. Simply beautiful.. so romantic, with a twist for the ending.
A delight to read.
Thanks for entering my contest, and best of luck. -
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S H
Thank you for your complimentary words of comment; they are very much appreciated.
Best wishes from 'down-under'.
Shenton
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