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The ocean is awash with passions soft
As pounding surf laps wetly at its shore
Warm whispers of sea wind whips heaven’s door
An island bell rings guilt rations aloft
The breath of salty water feels so good
On this stalwart old tree devoid of roots
This wind grabber does savor southern fruits
On whale roads traveled everywhere I could
The island girls with brown roses of breasts
Have welcomed me for far too many years
With falling over juice and other beers
My lifelong quest in tasting each their best
When ever times get difficult or stressed
I just hoist anchor to move further west
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Island Breezes…
Wandika 2-24-2009
Author notes
Promt: roots
Picture: www.janesoceania.com/cookislands_rarotonga_vi...
Kennings:
island bell rings guilt - church bell
guilt rations - church collections
breath of salty water - sea mist or fog
wind grabber - sailing ship or boat
whale roads - sea courses
roses of breasts - nipples and their aureoles
falling over juice - alcoholic drinks
A contest entry
- Roots by Pamela A Lamppa.
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Bronze trophy winner
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Lovely lovely lovely.
I love a good sonnet that is filled with feeling and imagery and you have penned perfection here.
Your kennings are well done and I just loved the fell of this the sea Oh the sea will win my soul every time.
Excellent. ~Pamela
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Great job again Jim! You have a certain style that touches me. Thanks for another nice work from your pen
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Thanks Pat
Looking forward to warmer weather soon.
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Neat.
My Dr. Tan a diabetes specialist looks like the woman in the picture, she is as tiny as that too. But I can image your fun when you do hoist that anchor.
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but everytime
I hoist that anchor, I wake up.
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Excellent rhyme and form...
I found myself transported and could feel
the freedom of atmosphere; life taken
when and where the wind and waves run.
Blue
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I understand
What a nice way to spend time.
So carefree and loved.
Jim
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Where is a good weed eater when you need it!
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Well your the tree guy!
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I love sonnets and this one is truly beautiful. Ithe image is a true vacation. One question? Wher does a guy from Missouri dock his boat?
Love,
Amera♥
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All over the world
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oh this is a fine sonnet, indeed, and at once captures and conjures up so me wonderful images! I absolutely loved it!
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Thanks Michael
Somehow thought you would appreciate anything to do with the seas or islands.
Is a tempting life.
Jim
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Well done brother, nice to read your works once again my friend.
I like the visuals, and what fun and such a warm-hearted place this sounds like to be. Peace, Timothy
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Yes sir
I just know this would be your kind of place.
Thanks Timothy for dropping in and your comment.
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Fresh and unique! It is a very different and wonderful poem and I do love the interpretive spin you placed on your prompt. If you could please list the kennings you used, to make the magical piece come to life, listing them in your AN, we would most appreciate it. Thank you in advance.
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Thank you
I was careless and overlooked that.
I appreciate your help and lovely comment.
Jim
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AH the life...to hoist an anchor and move on, mine is stuck in the mud. Well written and inspirational and the imagery is fantastic. Blessings.
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Mine is stuck in retirement
Sorry about the mud.
Thank you for reading and your comment.
Jim
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