- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Maine, beach
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Click hereI picked in Maine’s beach purple silver shells
Somewhat broken and one not
They were little shiny suns on rocky sand
Ancient apple groves whispered undisturbed
Together with the ocean breeze
My friend said: those restful waves
Seem to iron the wrinkles on my face
And just in that place in that searing bliss
I could suddenly see Andy White
Weaving webs forming golden nets in the air
Do you see now why I had to move?
I picked her lines as well
A native to this place
It mixes peace and beauty so well.
- COMMENTS
DawnJalmost 16 years agoAnother wonderful poem, my friend! I can feel the sand between my toes, I can see the shells, I can hear the sea. It takes me right back home!
Bill Dadaalmost 17 years agoVery nice, great images. Loved
'My friend said: those restful waves
Seem to iron the wrinkles on my face'
wildsweetonealmost 17 years agoanother poem i'm enjoying. thank you for this one too. i love how you used the word 'little'... we don't need to always choose the biggest and most difficult sounding words to fulfill the need in a poem.
