Cerulean Surrender. A Sonnet

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A Sonnet 

 

The pounding of the surf upon smooth sand

Soft foam curls gently over velvet beach;

The whisper of the breeze cries it's command

Revealing I am whom it seeks to reach

 

The wind calls out of your sweet love for me

Warm breath of salty air, now courts my soul

With essence of your kiss so heavenly;

You fill my emptiness and make me whole.

 

Enfolded in the arms of your embrace

A harbor safe at last from raging storm;

I dearly long to look upon your face

Disclosing tenderness and love so warm.

 

Surrendering, the shore receives the sea;

Enraptured, I too yield so willingly.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was my first ever poem at 12.

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Jesster's picture

You wrote this at 12?! I see

You wrote this at 12?! I see you've always had the gift. :)


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Sassylass's picture

Yes

i was pretty mature by 12. I read and write since I was young. Cerulean is my only poem I got through with when most of my early stuff got lost through life.

thank you

,I write now when I feel it flow.

like you do.

doncha hate the dry periods?

ugh!

i love what others write though!

i adore poetry.

and books ,music.

aloha,

Cheryl


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

KindredSpirit's picture

Wow Koko

Such sexuality at 12.

I started dating young and

Found someone I really loved

But didn't write poetry like this.

 

Maybe it is because

The only time I would see the ocean

Is when I would go on vacation with my family

And she wasn't there.

 

KindredSpirit

:-)  very good

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KS

yep and thank you!

i loved what you wrote,loving to read as well as pen.

yes!

Koko~


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

allets's picture

Cool Write

At 12 I was learning to do the bop. Well composed. ~Stella~

 


 

 

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Lady A

yes I had to grow up at 12. Writing  and reading was my friend.

still is.

thank you!

aloha, Koko~


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words