ocean's sigh whipped and swirled and dove today
with warmth and light and dark and rain
I blew away up into it
beautiful
with sundrops flying in clouds
whirling
spinning
flying
running
I breathed thick wet wind and was alive
and pounding drowning misty sheets
came blue and grey and green
the sea came to land today
owning air and ground and me
and drew me
flew me
ached me
out of time
and sun set into gold
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Poetry will always confound me...not because it's hard to understand. And not because I can't write it - the very DEFINITION of poetry confounds me. What makes a good poem? I guess I don't know.
I like this one. The images are alive and warm. (I won't make a comparison with that material.. hehe)
I love the pic! It's my desktop right now. =)
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