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Sun 16 Apr, 2006 04:46 pm
Today's tomorrows have come
Washed ashore my grey empty beach
A stripe of color so fresh
A wave of bright new reality
Breaks and licks up the charcoal sand
Of yesterday's sorrows, boredoms and frustrations.
I'm a little scared as the tide washes in
Changing the landscape of my life
But I might just take a swim
The water looks clear enough
I can see the silver fish dreams
Swimming through the rolling waves
Nibbling at my toes in the salty surf
Inviting me inÂ…
I am little scared but I think
I'll have to swim
It's not everyday the fish
Come to invite me in.
charcoal sand? Are you on Lanzarote???
Don't listen to them fishes! they can breathe underwater! YOU CAN'T.
Hey, T.L. that is really lovely, dear. Might I suggest, however, that you change the line "....I'm a little scared...." to something with deeper imagery.
Nice to see someone writing poetry again. <smile> Please keep it up.
i'll think about it but i quite like the sort of incongruously of the childish phrase to go with a childish fear in an otherwise deeply symbolic poem
Well, of course, honey. You know what your heart is saying.
and I can't speel incongruousness but hey whatever
and I can't spell incongruousness but hey whatever
Quite frankly, T.L. I would leave it just as it is and use that as a title. Love it! <big smile>
thanks letty very nice of you to be so nice
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