Another crawling day
By the soothing ocean
Caressing the inner me
Deep to the core, washing away
Every scar imprinted within
From the love turned bitter
Gnawing at my heart.
Here I am in the safety,
In the comfort of this force
Jolting me back to life,
Knowing that with times' passing
Love will bloom once more,
Making me whole again,
Never letting me wither.
Oh how the love will spill its waves,
Penetrating me inch by inch,
Quenching my thirst for beauty
Resting, waiting to unfold.
Spring will open its wings
To the magic, to the love hidden
Under the snowy plains of sleep.
Velour kisses of the sun
Will fill my vacant heart
Xanthic from winter’s rotten fruit,
Yanking me to the healing light,
Zenith of life enwrapping me still.
Thank you guys for the feedback. This poem is first attempt at writing an A-Z style poem. My first effort and it turned out great. Perhaps I will try my hand at writing another A-Z poem or perhaps a Z-A poem. Either way, both will be challenging to write; but it will be an interesting little project to work on.
Absolutely beautiful. Your description is original and delightfully surprising Lena! This is a poem to relax by...a tribute to the healing and renewing power of love.
Skillfull this,
a variation of an acrostic,
(to this reader anyway)
and the message is palpable.
And the sexual innuendo:
"Oh how the love will spill its waves,
Penetrating me inch by inch,"
made me chuckle.
Blessings ...
It is wonderful that you have such ardent and certain hope in good things to come, Lena. I admire (envy?) you. I find your poem very meaningful. Thank you for sharing it. Love and best wishes to you,
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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All the best,
Lena
~Zach
Anna
a variation of an acrostic,
(to this reader anyway)
and the message is palpable.
And the sexual innuendo:
"Oh how the love will spill its waves,
Penetrating me inch by inch,"
made me chuckle.
Blessings ...
Regis