2008 will be a year of peace and crossroads long overdue.
We slice through the fog with ears as our sight
The paddle breaks the silk for a lovers paradise
There are no horizons...the mist has blocked the sun
Hearts are heard beating as breaths turn to run
Searching for the sound of surf; this travel has been long
Paddling this shoreline...seeking the Sandpiper's song
Sunshine filters in the morn and eyes adjust their sight
The mountains loom, the foliage moves and waterfalls are quiet
Tis heaven for the making, tis every couples dream
Tis wishes proud and honest...all laid out for two friends
The bleached and dried old oaken boards... still sturdy for a form
An Architect, with eyes delight...boarding up a home
A porch for him...a chair for her...a bed makes it complete
When curtains turn this gauzed rustle into their solid sleep
No worries here or noise of hassles...
No urban foils of tossed out oils...polluted air for castles
Manmade hells that speak aloud and never redeem smiles
Constant highways raking land miles to miles to miles
The constant roar is traded now for ease of tangled love
With love and legs and tasseled beds and blue skies up above
Tis heaven for these two who wait and search the shore for hope
Waiting eases tensions when we abide our life's to cope
Eventually we'll get there...paddle for all the worth
Land in hand...then fog will break...we'll find our piece of earth
This is a sea lover and romantic's perfect poem combining both venues into a dish that's sure to please. The images you create linger easy on the mind long after the poem is read and digested.
hugs
Fee
Delicately woven woman_Unique sense of the underbelly of humans & their surroundings .~.Always taking us to view the epicenter of the moment.~_~.olloveev*TedSo
lost soulmates, like Sandpipers call out to each other their whole lives in different ways, some of them meet early in life and live together
from then on, Others are lost in this world of unhappiness until they meet to bring each other that peace and joy they've been missing,and still other's are lost to each other in this lifetime and will not meet again till they have passed.
An uplifting piece that keeps the reader enthralled with the imagery and visuals that make me want to be there. I love the sea the shore and sandpipers,all mixed in with your passion! Thanks for the treat,sis!
A fog sure can scare you when you out on the ocean. Only once since I've been on this Island did I get caught in a deep fog while driving so much so that one guy had to keep an eye on the side of the road as we crept along, but thank God didn't hit anything.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 13, 2008
Always the optimist Susan, always . . . I am working on more optimism . . . It is tough on an old pessimimist such as myself . . . but I'm working on it . . . I LOVE this poem . . .
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
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Beautiful.
Walt
John
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
peace & love be with you
William
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
hugs
Fee
God bless you. Kathy
from then on, Others are lost in this world of unhappiness until they meet to bring each other that peace and joy they've been missing,and still other's are lost to each other in this lifetime and will not meet again till they have passed.
Love this poem! Wonderful equation.
Love, Pierre
Love,
ET