She was heading for the sanddunes
Tumbling she fell
He smiled as he took notice
His gaze did not intend to dwell
It lingered on her face
Her enchanted eyes
Were listening to the ocean
He stood and watched her rise
Casting forth a blanket
Throwing aside her shoes
Opening up a flask of tea
Readying herself to lose
Swaying with the ocean
Fingers caress the sandbed
He ventures a little closer
As he sees those green eyes a tear shed
It paints a line across her cheek
Spelling out her emptiness
More fall and mark her bed of sand
As she begins to undress
He knows his gaze
Should leave her be
Or at least come forth
And let her see
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Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2018 01:35
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Good write. Seeing your comment it is often the way that we start out with and idea of what we are going to write but as the words flow the idea changes into something else. This happens a great deal with me.
I think because poetry is a therapeutic process for me it helps me understand myself better.
Thanks for reading 😊
Very true Sylvia.
a real poem.
Oh thanks onepauly...
I never really think I am a poet... A story teller maybe but I often wonder when is a poem not a poem?
if you don't know what a poem is now.
you will.
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A wonderful write ❤️ Loved it.
Thank you 💜
Read all your comments before making my own here.
I really enjoyed this. I was there (for i love the sea and coastline) in my mind seeing this pair.
Never, in my minds eye, were they pictured as a couple intending the shared picnic. Rather they were two individuals spiritually drawn to the glory of the coast, opening up to the refreshing majesty of crashing waves giving one self perspective.... therefore really in tune with their individual need for a partner. And there's mystery within too.
Yes your lovely poem really romanced the poet in me this morning.
Going to put this in my favourites.
Thanks dusk.
I don\'t think in my mind\'s eye were they sharing the picnic either.
That was the idea I set out with.
But I pictured her alone.
Perhaps being 'seen' by another in her solitude was enough for today?
Sometimes a piece has something that chimes with a reader. Yours did that magic with my mind today and i ran away with it into a blissful imagination... like you gave me a 'theme for a dream'
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precariously balanced on the very edge between romantic dream and erotica fantasy... whatever the case, I enjoyed my visit here... maybe we need another category.. I propose ' fantica'.... Neville
Oh I have not looked at this one for a while. I think I like sand dune dance better.
Thanks for reading
Fanatica hmmm?
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