o fresh water: galore

a poem

 

 

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Fresh

Water: Galore

 

Sand under my feet

in between my toes,

skinny dipping

with furtive throws,

skin wrinkling in

calm surrender,

fatigued to the core,

waves wail with

conflating abrasions,

wondering tides of

humid persuasions,

plentiful, eventful,

drowning out the

cry of seagulls,

of human foibles,

on earth’s placid shore.

 

 

 

Author's Note

If you view the poem sideways, you might see a griefless, finless fish
Reviews would be welcome

Reviews

[David Aiello]

Having read it once out loud, and my first read of it, I stopped, knowing I had just spoken something lovely enough to create a space of reflection, in the suddenness of its conclusion.
And I f*****g love that it is shaped like a fish.

Your excellence is boundless, I'm going to go read it again.

(thank you always for the read request!)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Well Hello David,
I must say that this one is a personal
favourite of mine and I am absolutely
chuffed that this poem should appeal
to you as it does,
really, thank you ever so much :) !!
Sheema

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Didn't see the shape so distinctly in this one Sheema. Always nice to get RRs from you though.
It is again a piece that provokes mixed emotion and feeling. It begins carefree 'sand between toes' but drags us to a somber tone of what we do to our world and those around us.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Interesting perspectives here, thank you John.

[Marie]

Very peaceful...sliding into the water...

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Yes, thanks for your review, Marie :)

[Sami Khalil]

A good sensual write with good descriptions...:)

[SyberRose]

This sounds refreshing indeed...skinny dipping ha..enjoyed reading Sheema...Rose:)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you very much SyberRose.