The tide recedes again
and I find myself coaxing it,
calling to it
but it obeys the moon's bidding,
recalcitrant and slow
escaping my fingers,
trickling between them
like jewels ground into glass bits of nothing.
I taste salt on my lips
and reek of hibiscus behind
seashell ears,
as I perch
lingering
upon this volcanic rock,
whispering,
in island tongue:
I will await you
here.
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your best
simplicity and fluid motion mixed with tender sentiment and brilliant emotion
you floored me.
" like jewels ground into glass bits of nothing."
this is what a perfectly written poem looks like.
clappies. infinity.
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smooth...
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This is a good poem. But the color of the words made it difficult to read. Maybe you should try a darker blue. This was a great write. Keep it up. Thanks for the entry and good luck.
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Speak about the sea, and oft times one would find me reading, as I have with this write of yours ..You caught my attention with the lead in line
"The tide recedes again
and I find myself coaxing it
calling to it
but it obeys the moon's bidding"
From beginning to end imagery
and words lure me to the end ..Bravo!
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The beauty of your works is something everyone should aspire to- for I know I do.
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