What a wonderful thought .. the waves were the orchestra .. tis true, tis really true, the sounds of water ripple and play on and on endlessly. This is such a warm romantic poem, John .. a time of specialness and the making of lasting memories. A beautiful phrase, 'She was as beautiful as when I first saw her ~ and I held her like she was my last breath.'
(Comments not getting through, so many thank yous for your review to me, John)
The Road leads us to our destiny where we
breathe the Sea air of windswept memories.
You are an Artist of musical waves where hearts 💕 are entwined under Moonbeams and Dreams.
tenderly, Pat
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3 Years Ago
Thank you dear Pat. One of my first poem on the W.C. Best days, the sea, good company and no place t.. read moreThank you dear Pat. One of my first poem on the W.C. Best days, the sea, good company and no place to be.
I appreciate that you are accomplished concerning reviews, at least you send all away in a contented state, but hell, this is a work from 1996, start writing again, yourself, d****t!
The journey in this poem is beautifully transcribed. "Two shadows upon a naked beach / Doing the dance of hope and freedom" -what a wonderful line. I really admire the imagery you have created here. The movements of the lovers flows as tranquilly as the actual poem itself. Lovely writing.
This is so heartfelt and beautiful Cayote, true love and what a deep romantic touch, not the cliché ones, but your thoughts for this woman go way further. I am impressed by the single beauty of this poem, and it makes me feel in love, after reading even more I already was :) Amazingly done!
Thank you for posting this piece, coyote. this is a bold and wonderful expression. as i read it it is as if i can taste the salt air and hear the joyous cackle of a surging gull. how right-sized we become, when measured against the vast! "The ocean keeps our secrets." is an incredible line on how the vast permits us to remain less dramatic, with our trials, than we usually permit ourselves to believe. ..."and I held her like she was my last breath.
dear coyote, you have a definitive knack for weaving language into originality, i am pleased to be discovering you along the shore of this site.
A Poet and writer who love to read and write.
My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words.
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