4th row center: The 'movie hole'
Scott Marks 3:04 p.m., June 18
riding out tomorrow
without prejudice
of age or intuition
as if beaches still can call
with thunderous ocean waves
powerful roughing up my shore
taking them as they comes
riding thru the foam
lifting and projecting
toward a thoughtful shore
clustered cling the starfish
living
moving
ripening
knowing little peace is left
savoring it
clutching it
to a questioning breast
the need to still give succor
knowing the milk is weak
with a long lifes conflagration
only memories enrichment
will that be enough?
Comments
MsGrant June 27, 2010 @ 4:48 p.m.
More than enough, nan.
nan shartel June 27, 2010 @ 5:07 p.m.
thank u lovey gurl
CuddleFish June 27, 2010 @ 7:03 p.m.
Very touching, nan. Thank you for sharing.
nan shartel June 27, 2010 @ 7:56 p.m.
thx for coming by Cuddles
SDaniels June 29, 2010 @ 12:45 a.m.
Weak milk and ripening starfish...
Powerful sense of movement with the waves and spray, etc. What is it with your stuff, nan? I honestly have a hard time being emotionally affected by a lot of writing, and should try to get to the bottom of the whys and hows of this effect your writing invariably has. Perhaps it has something to do with your living what you feel, producing a sense of something truly authentic-- dunno...but it works ;)
nan shartel June 29, 2010 @ 8:14 a.m.
thx dearest Suzanne
my poetry is honest...and in it i'm often portrayed as hanging delicately in thin air ...careful not to fall..but with little or no tether there
that take a deep quiet breath and step...
out into thin air
once again thx for dropping by
nan shartel July 1, 2010 @ 3:22 p.m.
mustn't we all live authentically??
especially writers
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