---
the soft sands
dry underfoot
and the dune has staked
this piece of earth
water and sky
the following sigh
for a stroll
even now go
so moving so
the dunes are there
receding from the beach
the air salt spray
morning slips into the day
fresh and light
with a dancing star
the nights long dance from afar
and moving moving in an even pace
there is no hurry there is no race
but the undulations of a winding way
to the dunes and shore and even more
where will this go
but a venture a sight
a memory made
into the crisp dawn
the welcome said
the grasp of comfort
the tight closeness
and visions and ways
before the long afternoon
and the day
---

Ouuuuuu what a way to start the day!!!
Nice very nice write!

Thanks TB74 you took me to the beach... it was really well said.

Very nice!

---
you are not
invisible
you are
the rain before
the screen
the droplets seen
in vertigo
essence
the semblance
what was past
the cool mist that clings
to the green lawns
and drifting
drifting
towards the sea
the green serene
a tidy now
i put the cups away
anyhow
and after tea
the trumpets then
and after tea
tearful
wending as the mist would be
there is no after tea
but crumbs to brush away
there will be tea again
some other day
---

Another good one...

like this one the best so far

loved them both very much

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i wouldn't
the dark skies overing
i wouldn't
the night colder still
i wouldn't
the feelings of emptiness
i wouldn't

i couldn't
the sliding tide
i couldn't
the powdered sand
i couldn't
the screaming overhead
i couldn't

i shouldn't
linger before dawn
i shouldn't
allow a good day gone
i shouldn't
find all those missing minutes
i shouldn't

but i will
abrade these toes
but i will
soak them in a surf
but i will
jog until the moon fly's
but i will
---

---
where the wilds roam
so far to be
so far from home
satchel coat and waders
graphite rod
fly fish fly
the icy waters flow
from the cascade even though
spring is in the air
spring is almost here
slip coat and let the breeze
sigh across your chest
this is the sigh
of openness and less
an all surrounding gyre
after air than build
build yet the fire
with drift limb or trunk
the guides of years so far
and left upon this rocky bed
so ar from where these steps have led
you pick and stack
you choose and wait
the kindled spark
becomes something great
and turning whipping
hungry grow
this is the fire
and this is even so
a moment
this breath
prepare a meal for quick repast
and the fire at your back
has and even match
as the sun falls slowly
gracefully to expire
---

All are very good...

You poems are well done. Keep them genuine...

Take Care and welcome to just say hi. Hope you enjoy your stay here. ... ....

---
a rose for a beauty sleeping
i know you have dreams
those dreams you’re only keeping
close to your heart
where love meets art
i sigh for it only seems
you smile in your sleep
this slumber so deep
are you smiling for me
even as i smile that you can’t see
---

Beautiful !!!!!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh incredible,,, beautiful

---
light as a feather
as light as you please
for something was floating
on a light breeze
and all was quiet
except for the rustle
all was quiet
as seasons change
and moods are different
or moods are strange
the air is burnt or crisp
and the winging vee
southern flies
for there is a turning
while turning inside
and all the day
while watching so
all the day there was a blow
and a blast as the seasons change
isn’t it strange it was different
last year
it was cold or dark or slow
but there was a rustle
and a light breeze
it started out different
differently strange
and i found these old postcards
they were from an age
when steam was a motion
so differently strange
and carriages roared
across continents wide
and i was lost in the hustle
an emigrant heart
and these shores were open
as no country strange
for this was land of prairies and dust
if the rain was late like everything must
you’d find the dry memento
you’d fold it and say
light as a feather
on a light breeze
---

I the poet with pen in hand,
or just a finger in the sand.
Writing all my hopes, my dream..
often trees or a lady's gleam.
Spilling always, dark and light;
telling, in truth, all i see.
Whether darkened cloud, or starlit night,
all but memories straight from me.

Thanks, nice writes & a4leafclover2u2

the sea escaping
rushing fading
washing in
out flying by
our time sips
on the top
devouring all
in it weight
against the irony
of will to trash
the waves drift
swelling whales
peek and flight
worldly journey
birds of prey
stop look the wise said
now, with destruction
see what you did
man made waste
lays around
filling trash so abound
death reaps
on ocean floors
oil spills
and clogs their pores


I love the flow, never seen this before
hope you don't mind if I dabble in for a time.

Thank you, TB

---
stopping clocks
while we would play
the second hand
can’t find our way
but timeless grooveless
all the while
it moves us
the dawn upon the dappled day
how is that you’re so far away
stopping clocks
while we should play
the other hand
can’t find the day
but nameless tones
all the while
it moves us
the dawn so very very far away
how are you my little stray
---