Sand Castles
Bare feet
Nestled deep in sugar white sand
Blanketed in the residual radiance
Of an ebbing April evening
Breeze blithely rustling
Sun bleached sea oats
Standing bended sentry over
Softly meandrous dunes
Pillowing in mimed repetition
The arching curvature of this feminine form
Alabaster hues of crystalline grains
Entice the opaline phosphorescence
Rolling waves of placid twilight tide
Azure and foam frothed
Skimming serpentine at shore’s edge
Sheltered by earth’s sunset ceiling
Sprays of turquoise and pink
Billowing accents of heaven’s tiered clouds
Chill of spring salt water shivers
As salmon painted toes burrow tunnels
From surface heat to cool pools beneath
I seek warmth and shelter in
Your distant arms
Eager for the essence of your voice
To compliment the whispers of the wind
And soaring pelican’s call
Memories etched with conch quill in
Sands smoothed by transient tide
And steady breeze
Punctuated with ocean’s treasure
Shells chambered and hinged
Fossilized coils worn smooth
Sand dollars of unattainable price
Pipers humor me, skittering frantically
Across meandering glazed ripples
Stopping briefly to bathe in forgotten moats
And conquer turreted castles
Where the hermit crab stands sentry
Unafraid, though I am near…
In tranquility of driftwood dream
You build a fire for us against the dune
With sweet repose we wish
Upon horizon’s rising moon while you
Lull me to slumber with lilting Celtic ballad
And promises of other castles...
Other shores to discover
I feel your naked chest in rise and fall
Breath rolling as the tide against my back
Mist-like spray of lips caress my neck
Your knees fit perfectly
Into the hollows of mine, I lay
Encompassed within your arms
A’ float on current of ecstasy
Now adrift in the timeless evening's
Sea of imagination
Taylor Ryan
© 2006 Taylor Ryan (All rights reserved)
Thank you - love Fergus
Regis
Such incredible imagery....
I'll be back :)
Ch'erie
Love, Rhonda
Gwen
Sincerely
Myrna
The last line put a different slant on what could have been real experience, on a real beach, and juxtaposed it with the possibility of a vision in the bathtub.
I was enamored of the line: "Your knees fit perfectly into the hollows of mine"
This is easily applied to areas of thought and experience other than the obvious. A metaphor for communication or unity, or even accolades for a teammate that balanced perfectly with you in competition.
Taylor . . . there are several that are growing in depth and articulation in this den - you are one!
Never rest your delicious pen Poet, and keep dipping it into the sensual inks of imagination!
Richard the Intrepid
This is fabulous! ...wonderful images combined with great depth of meaning. OK cautiously I say go with it...sea of imagination, ...sea of dreams...what are we like? LOL. Love Panda :)
I agree with the consensus of opinion below..
The imagery here is awesome...you obviously think in pictures and images, which is a key quality for a writer and everything else...:)
I remember getting a beautiful sand dollar at Long Beach, California and collecting those State Lucky Pennies ( cost 2 dollars each ) in the 24 States I visited doing Route 66 last year..
The poem...well...it don't get any better than this
Unless you have a vivid imagination...;D
Love
Peter
Love and harmony.
Susan
Love,
Eileen