Tattered

before me
beach stretched
endlessly, lonesome
sea laps
gently at toes
licking tattered
wounds, gritty
sand castle built
child's play begins
at

7 comments:

  1. Journally Yours, Gem ;-)January 9, 2006 at 6:28 PM

    Hi Christina....
    lovely poem~
    Gem :-)

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  2. VJanuary 9, 2006 at 6:52 PM

    What a beautiful view you have, Christina.
    V

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  3. TomJanuary 9, 2006 at 8:16 PM

    In my mind's eye, I saw a meaning in that beautiful poem that suggested a story with a happy ending.

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  4. Ann MarieJanuary 10, 2006 at 12:32 AM

    Ahh this seems to me to be a renewal ... the child's play. The beach knowingly sooths the wounds ... it will be better!

    Us

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  5. BarbJanuary 10, 2006 at 1:26 PM

    I love the images it brings to one's mind. You're so talented.

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  6. Jod{i}January 10, 2006 at 6:49 PM

    Oh I feel this image...reaches right in...pulls

    Peace
    Jo

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  7. PhilanthropistJanuary 10, 2006 at 8:34 PM

    I am there. Who brought the kite?

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