tide
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
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dusk arising (
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May the new season bring peace and love to you d a.
Andy
I'm keeping away from love unless it's love of being alive and love of nature. Thanks Andy.
Brilliant!
and who knows, that tide
may change, once more...
(thanks Dusk
one of your very best
in my humble opinion
and that's saying, a lot!)
'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'
these lines are a poem
within a poem
just by themselves..
Twice a day they say. I haven't been down on the beach for far too long - literally and metaphorically although I'll settle for only literally dipping my toe in the water this year i think. Thank you LBM
Beautiful.
Thank you Talisman.
Beautifully penned. Brimming over with metaphors, it paints a picture of time past. Catching the wave and riding it as far as it goes. "but the tide has turned I plough those crests no more" wonderful lines
Oh to get to the coast again and contemplate life as those waves crash in. So soothing. Thank you sorenbarrett.
A little gem of a poem Dusk
Thank you Saxon. Nice to see you back here.
Deep words well imbibed
Riding upon nature’s work
True are the emotions
That yearning and separated love
A new plant shall sprout
So will come the spring
As always so elegant and charismatic words dear Dusk
Sheen straight from sun can’t be hidden
Jewelled poets shine even at their lowest
Cause they are the mettle’ of courage
Now that sir is one fine comment and I thank you very much. I'm sure you could post that on here as it's a worthy piece of poetry within itself.
Thanks that you liked my comprehension
Heeding to your advice, I shall then post it as a poetry in sidelines
I am glad I found these words in my attempt to claw back some of the time I was unable to be here recently .. and for the simple reason, it is so very rare for me to both simultaneously empathise with & to enjoy so much, such words as these ... Neville
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