This poem was written last year, when my sister challenged me to write about Florida. Castles, castles, in the sand….. Anyway, hope you enjoy 🙂
Castles
it isn’t silence
the sound of light winds
muffled by the white
soft underfoot
recently blessed by sun
sings to the water
tucking, buckling,
racing chariots of miniature waves
leaving treasures to be found
and closely examined
by little hands and feet
the passing curious
whose eyes stray easily
landing upon the pier
with the fishermen ready
dinner in mind
(or maybe pizza tonight)
looking from face to smiling face
everyone knows
everyone feels
it’s love at first breath
sound
touch
sight
and smell
cleansing salty air
performs a miracle
delivering its message of peace
infiltrating lungs with purity
seaweed and all
inciting song and dance for many
and adoration for all
Copyright L.M. 2006. (yes, this is a repost, but if you didn’t want to download the .doc file you can now read it here.)
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