Sunshine

Sunshine

 

The rocks feel cool and damp beneath.

Low and distant,

the sound of waves cascading edgewise…

Gentle strands blowing in the breeze kiss the flesh in a tickle.

How soft and delicate upon the skin.

Stoic.

And quiet.

Observant of the made-to-order paths of old with their crooked fences and semi-staged stones.

The docile waters, quiet with a melancholy glaze,

eager to feed those within.

Naked trees and silhouetted gardens

ripe with hibernating buds patiently in wait… to burst forth.

“Soon”, He says.

A few days more of entwining seasons

and the birth of a moon will blanket a new rise.

Reviews

[Periac]

A few days more of entwining seasons
and the birth of a moon will blanket a new rise

The whole poem was great and flowed strong throughout...but these two damn you
these are absolutely brilliant....
"calm thyself man"
seriously though....absolutely beautiful

[emmajoy]

' Gentle strands blowing in the breeze kiss the flesh in a tickle. ~ How soft and delicate upon the skin. ~ Stoic. ~ And quiet.'

Such a calm series of scenes, sweet miniatures of passing time and, laid superbly in your fine gentle language, dear you. The moon is a friend to dreamers, the sun is indeed its welcome blanket.

Read twice, calms, turns grey to light.. thank you so much. Seriana...

[Seriana]

Thank you beautiful. your thoughts are a treasure. I appreciate it so much!

[emmajoy]

Was/is beautiful writing.. sorry need to rush in case connection g oes. x

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful magnificence. The movement and song of the waves rise, the tender touch of loving warmth speaks through their echoes. Everything seems so full of shadows, waiting for the moon to awaken and illuminate them. May the light come, and soon, so very soon, dear poet.

[Seriana]

Thank you dear. So glad you enjoyed. And that light? It's a coming!

[An owl on the moon]

Yes, the sunrise, and spring. On the way! :)

[Tobes]

So, I grew up (just follow me here) a punk rock dude with a bunch of goth girl friends. And we'd all trip acid and write gothy stuff. It mostly sucked, and it's really hard to write stuff like that without sounding just dreary, or laughably obscure and cliché. And I said all of that to say that you did a very good job here of NOT falling into that trap.
Waves cascading edgewise... Crooked fences and semi-staged stones...
Lines like those get me all excited. I don't know what the heck you were writing ABOUT here, but I like HOW you did it. Let me go check out some of your other stuff.

[Seriana]

Tobes ~ Thank you SO MUCH for this delightful review. It means alot. So glad you enjoyed the "how" of this piece. Poetry is my art and I'm glad it struck a thought in your head. :)