tide has turned

dusk arising


the bathing is over
crash of waves now a thing of the past
the rippled bed she rolled upon lays undressed
painted naked and smooth 
neath the nights lusty moon
a plateau of peace
where once my aching muscle
rode the glorious swell across that salted floor
upon her heaving pool of desire
but tide has turned
i plough those crests no more
now birds in the night cry out
and chill of wind kicks sand in my face
the change of season 
becomes a shudder across my shoulders

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2021 08:48
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  • Fay Slimm.

    Perfectly penned - fantastic imagery and a read to remember my friend. Top drawer writing

    • dusk arising

      There's something sensual about the ocean waves on a beach..... bursting with energy and coalescing into a caress as their energy expires...... my inspiration to write this piece.

    • SureshG

      A lifetime so poetically laid out.

      • dusk arising

        I wouldn't mind a lifetime spent closer to a beach..... I could daydream on that theme

      • Neville


        ... I gotta hand it to you DA .. tis very bloomin good sir ... and then some
        ... Neville

        • dusk arising

          Thank you Neville, I had a wave of inspiration.

        • MDStone

          Great writing. Speaks to both my passion and my pain.

          • dusk arising

            Two very strongly felt emotions there reminding us how alive we are.

          • Garth Rakumakoe

            This is a beautiful poem and a compelling read. Well written. I love it.

            • dusk arising

              thank you very much Garth.

            • Goldfinch60

              Wonderful words of a lost love d a.

              Andy

              • dusk arising

                Romantic words from a heart which has seen a few breakages. Thank you sir.

              • Paul Bell

                The tide has turned. The words speak for themselves, and we've all felt it. You tell it well.

                • dusk arising

                  The whole world seems to kick sand in your face when you really feel it. Thank you PB.



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