closing day...
Winds pressed ‘pon water
feathered its face, lifting
pieces like sweat from pores
waters cooled, in circled depths
‘neath burning heat of Sun;
I watched winds and water
touch golden tan, dark eyes blinked
away drying day and misty spray,
and sunset poured colors
magical prisms across bending ends of skies
water seemed to dance with light
shimmering upon a glistening skin
but my eyes dared not waver
bound there to savor; a more beautiful
shade of closing day, a denser more delicate amber
lasting memories of sight and sense
seaside dusk flowing sepia love.
Photo
My eyes paint a memory
of this woman
lovely face
long dark hair and bright smile
her sleek and angular body
athletic, slender.
She looks over her shoulder
life in wide dark eyes
slight almond color skin in golden embrace
and behind her, a canvas
sunlight upon sky blue ocean.
One day she will be old
and no longer in outer beauty,
sun and sea air will hurt her skin;
but she will look over her shoulder
into time
and remember
when my mouth was dry
and my eyes went soft
at the sight of her.
Author notes
one of two/or three
A contest entry
- Skin by Heart Sutra.
1000 points, ended May 6, 2008, 41 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I really like "photo!"
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beautiful - I wrote a similar one last night...but it's naughty ..LOL...and this well, this poem is so gorgeous...
"seaside dusk flowing sepia love."
love this..
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Loved how you gave us a picture of her beautiful complexion, under the sunny skies. A beautiful tan love......excellent writing novy
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Wonderful poem!
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A beautiful creation here! Wonderful imagery of the skin of water, "feathered... face" amazing "lifting pieces like sweat from pores", and the transfixing impact so well described "but my eyes dared not waver
bound there to savor" Simply wonderful, best of luck!
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