Sun drenched scorching sands
sunblock all over me
yes, it is summer at last and that storm
so, many fabricated words like pain and loss
flow into the sea of language
waves instigate as swirling shoals trawl
In a Jersey shore drawl
no not that BENNY speak
no, I mean the words of old Barneget light
summer at last before winter comes to steal my language
from my lips unpackaged these words are endless
the river published, and the sea read that to the bay
the one near, that I hear, I hear those jetty words
as I plunge off the pier from wave to wave
You are very welcome. It was
You are very welcome. It was a joy to read this. :)
hmmmm....
when I make this an alagory for love and the way we emotionally perceieve the world, I see so many possible out comes in this
Much Love
Ashley
thank you, Ashley
it is a metaphor that symbolically expresses my deep love, my somewhat spiritual love of the salt marshes, the shore, the creeks and bays.
The people and the characters that I like to call home New Jersey...
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
:)
:)
Much Love
Ashley
From wave to wave
Very nice...loved the images..sounds like a lovely and cherished swim before winter brings her cold winds again. :)
Thanks for sharing.
Grandmomof3 :)
thank you
I appreciate that you read my poems
peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
wave 2 wave
A celebration of waters in a multitude of expressions and images - salt marshes equal home indeed - allets
thanks
you know that it was that way for my whole life
peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot