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The sky is as you said it would be
The paint melting into a swirl of clouds
Plains rolling into one another
as far as the eye can see.
Look!
Wind blows
carrying Arctic winds south.
Frolicking with the water.
Throwing it in the air.
Through my hair
like the chill of your breath
I tremble as I walk
lonely again.
You brought me here once before
and we walked here on the beaches
in our minds
holding hands
dreaming.
Overcame the oceans,
the seven continents,
the infinite sky -
two doves in flight
in this perpetual daylight.
It's late.
And yet,
I dare not leave
touch with my feet as I must
every grain of sand
before I go.
One last circle
one wade in the freezing water
One last kiss
as the wind plays with the mist.
One last time.
I look for those ghosts in the mist
those figures that melt
into the morning haze
The woman, child, man
your painted trace.
The pink sky
your brush paint of love
on my heart
everlasting
- You.
How often on a wintry day ~ walking down a deserted beach - reluctant to depart. Something special about the ocean on a stormy day.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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Well written descriptive piece that grows beyond mere description and evokes deep feeling.
Very good.
You have managed to capture the moment and bring it back for the reader to share.
You create an experience to feel, not just tell about it.
And you have some very fresh phrases and images and the words flow well.
Thank you for the reading experience.
I have seen those skys, and wandered a beach just like that. You caught both the visual imagery and that feeling very well.
This strophe hit a perfect note:
"It's late.
And yet,
I dare not leave
touch with my feet as I must
every grain of sand
before I go."