addressed by the eye-level cry of a gull,
kissed by the salty spray off the incoming tide,
warmed by the sand beneath my feet
and the noon sun dancing in the surf,
surrounded by the pungent smell of algae,
soothed by the whisper of the pines
and the grassy wind-blown dunes,
diverted by the skittering fiddlers,
the school of porpoises at play,
the sandcastle aslant like pisa’s cockeyed tower,
and the smothered roar of waves in a conch,
captivated by the tiny sail rocking
on the crest of a distant swell
and aware again of being at one with the sea…
until teased with a smile and a wink
from the redhead displayed in the pink bikini.
say, is this really the south jersey shore
or the sunny side of shangrila?
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Blessings..
Vesna
Anna
Love Always,
Chanti xoxooxoxox
Otherwise a pleasant write.
Ron
Your imagery makes me yearn for the sea, my times at the Cape with all the seals and dolphins (they can keep the sharks) :)
The temperature of that pink bikini must be very hot!
Blessings,
Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Besides: I can't swim. Took lessons three times; STILL can't float! LOL
to that pink bikini...check out that redhead, by the
seashore to see more.
Loving summer and sandy beaches, thank you for taking me there,
Lady Vivian
jersey shore is shangrila through your wonderful eyes and sensibilities and the rich descriptor lines;
love the 'say,' at the start of the penultimate line,
love the whole piece, Gene.
John
Hugs, Diana...