I'm departing with the urgency to feel the breeze. they say it's dry but mild, mild but striking. A very honorable performer, striking life, invading the porous earth with the intention of rebirth, granting whispers of throbbing elation. I learned to dance wet. here I shall swirl waterless. wearing my green laced leaves and growing wooden branches. I heard the flora tribe of whom I'll join has that custom. I 'll be a maiden bride, wearing a green gown, nesting my rainbow parade of colors, prolongably beneath the strokes of that yellowish disk of whom I heard endless stories. I'll witness a less gloomy darkness, in the union of a dandy army that flickers mystic winks of light. adieu salty waters. the brackish tenure is well over now. I set forth into the dry and wait for the seasonal cloudburst to spring me homesick.
Beautiful use of description. I liked the photo. I was lucky. I was station in Central and South American. The water more alive and beautiful. Thank you Latifa for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Your words are like a journey from sea to sand, to the dry land and dry places of the soul. The colors are magnificent, and the echoed stories speak with such hushed wonder. How I long for the sea. Your vision only make me reach for it even more, dear poet.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Thank you so much for your kind , encouraging review
A wet imagination I might say of corals who are living organisms and very important to the well being of oceans and so forth. I like this and good you are back...:).........................
"the cave you fear the enter, holds the treasure you seek"
Joseph cambell
this quote is my thriving recipe for dwelling in the enchanting castle of words, more..