The flavor of you
hangs on every surface
slowly the earth
swallows the sun
regretting each breath
drawn heavily on
memories old beaches
where chance pretends
it really, really cares
certain to erase
traces left by tears
and etched by salt
even the seagulls
abandon me here
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Simply breathtaking.
ReplyDeleteTHAT is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWow, the poet in you shines. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSmiles..
Christina this poem is beautiful! I miss you so much!
ReplyDeleteLove you heart and soul,
Mom
Christina,
ReplyDeleteHowdy back.
I enjoyed brosing your sites, looking at the pictures, reading the poetry.
Thanks for visiting me.
That was really beautiful. I felt the waves, heard the the breaking tide and tasted the salt.
ReplyDeleteYour words moved me side to side softly.
Lori
ps: Did you take that amazing picture? Do you remember last time we went to the beach together? I ran across those pictures the other day... funny...
If I were writing about that photo it would have been something quite different Peaceful, calm, hushed awe. You made it...lonely. And did a fine job of it, I might add! Lovely!
ReplyDelete..........where chance pretends
ReplyDeleteit really, really cares........
Again, Perfect!
V