Salty spray from assualting surf
in successive seafoam surges. Send my senses soaring soulfull
while soaking the sandy seashore. Seaterns scatter swift but searching
for sustinance in strewn seashells. Surely someone somewhere succumbs
to similiar sweet sensations.
I love your poem, makes me want to take a ride to the shore. I have a wonderful collection of seashells, I have also, written a poem with that title.
Yes succomb away!!
I have always loved the sea and this set all my senses into overdrive - the smells, the sounds, even the texture and the saltiness of the air, all came to mind.
Wonderful!
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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Connie
Yes succomb away!!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Wonderful!
Dick