tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035237221401815009.post5324193860892071205..comments2024-03-29T06:45:27.012-04:00Comments on Write With Pictures: Fridays Poetry: Featured Post Winnerseptembermomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01570525910483384484noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035237221401815009.post-8488794312467772432010-05-08T23:38:10.625-04:002010-05-08T23:38:10.625-04:00Foam is left
between my toes
as water retreats
and...Foam is left<br />between my toes<br />as water retreats<br />and sands soften<br />as it slightly dries<br /><br />Then it comes back again<br />washing me away<br />sinking me deeper<br />as I stand so still<br /><br />I sink further in<br />with every reaching wave<br />It takes me away<br />into a different worldDanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035237221401815009.post-12832437312897055462010-05-07T20:08:09.235-04:002010-05-07T20:08:09.235-04:00They wade in for wet sand
Chasing the waves away.
...They wade in for wet sand<br />Chasing the waves away.<br />Castles grow and are toppled,<br />Chased away by waves.<br /><br />They chase the waves away<br />With the sound of girlish giggles.<br />Then the waves chase them away,<br />Shrieking, laughing. “Help me, Daddy!”<br /><br />With the sound of girlish giggles<br />They leave dainty footprints in the sand.<br />“Help us, Daddy!” they shriek, laughing<br />As they scatter the gulls into the wind.<br /><br />Leaving timid footprints in the sand<br />They wade in again.<br />The gulls scatter with the wind as<br />Castles grow and topple over.<br /><br /><i>(Is it okay that I had already written this?)</i>belhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01247590943276439138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035237221401815009.post-59940200461177082522010-05-07T14:35:04.091-04:002010-05-07T14:35:04.091-04:00spinning salty
which way is up
breathing brine
an...spinning salty<br />which way is up<br />breathing brine <br />and losing my place in a wave<br />frustrated and flailing<br />and fighting for air<br />curve covers and hovers <br />and drowns me in its arc<br />skin shriveled, shaking and shaken<br />ready to walk the heavy sand grit<br />stumble the tangle of seaweed<br />gasp, gurgle and just get there<br />wrap warmth round <br />my speckled shoulders and dry <br />caked in the stale heat.Dinahttp://mypoeticlicense.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.com