West Coast

A sliver of yellowed moon

shivers in the water

well off the coast of the Pacific. 

You are floating on it,

back to the crescent curve,

one foot trailing in the frigid surf.

Gentle twinkles from far off galaxies

drift downwards like cotton tree seeds,

catching in your unruly hair.

A woodland fairy that ventured out to sea

and captured the coruscations

of countless tiny suns. 

 

Even from this distance

I can see the smile

sparkle in your eyes,

outshining the stars

woven into your tangles.

You brighten everything for me.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is so beautiful, I wish it described me & my life here on the west coast, & it's pretty close! I am a woodland nymph dwelling on the edge of wilderness dreaming of hopping this ridge & floating out to sea to escape our tumultuous times. I love how the narrator in your poem seems to admire this sparkle for just sparkling . . . not that he wishes to contain or consume the sparkle . . . just letting it sparkle out to sea or wherever else it may wander. This poem is like a lesson in how to love someone who's independent & doesn't want to be tied down to some obligatory BS that most people put on us & then call it "love" -- sorry, your msg struck a nerve! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[i.am.the.sun.]

Great stuff Ben, keep it up. Really lovely imagery.

[Ben Taylor]

Hey! You're still around! Nice to hear from you :)

[Chris Shaw]

"You brighten everything for me". Beautiful moonscape with lovely imagery. Very nicely conveyed.

Chris