Sand,
ocean pillow in billowed bubble,
her restless wave,
a riptide slave,
sent to raise my morning vesper.
I crave the surge of earthen breath,
to purge this rushing, windy churning,
that keeps me yearning,
forever
burning back and forth,
near, as far
in search of star.
Give me grain,
patience born in silicone diamonds,
separating pain,
as sieve to give internal gain,
straining shell from desert swell,
easing goal
to live this shoreline;
squeezing soul
through wetter arms, and wilder charms
of balanced lungs.
Save the sky in songs of feather
where in is out,
full circle healing,
here and now, soft wings of weather,
deep blue, revealing
the spray of stay,
in love to gather.
In a list
A contest entry
- Breathe........A Morning Quickie (48 hrs) by poet2angels.
550 points, ended September 14, 2008, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I sense deep passion and reverence in this piece - correct me if I'm wrong. In any case you have portrayed life as the beautiful journey it should be, and how the simple things like a walk on the seashore should be treasured.
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My visit to your page has made me catch my breath at the depths of your words.
Thanks for sharing.
Warm thoughts.
Frozentearz -
this is gorgeous...it is always wonderful breathing in at ocean side
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I like this, really, it's pretty.
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sigh~
This is so beautiful...
"here and now, soft wings of weather,
deep blue, revealing
the spray of stay,
in love to gather."
I feel it breathe
Love it all...
Lynda
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