A gray white dawn,
a lovely dawn and seashells folded,
etching their marks within my palm.
The soft mist from the Lady of the Sea,
falls softly, covering all of me.
I yearn to feel the sand sticking softly to my skin,
the gentle hues of blue sky,
dotted with puffs of frothy clouds-
as the ships rise and fall against the tide.
I want toss the sand dollars back safe,
where the whales cry their long, lost song-
and seabirds sway in the tidal wind,
flowing wherever the breeze decides.
I long to walk softly,
footsteps falling behind me, washed away-
the varied, beautiful life,
of one without a home.
Author notes
Option 4- Sea Fever
A contest entry
- Let a poem of mine heart inspire a poem from yours by Folklor.
900 points, ended November 3, 2008, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow that was so refreshing to read thankyou for entering
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