Wednesday, April 19, 2006


The rock pools fill, long liquid fingers
invade the mounds of seawrack
in the midday heat; the incoming
tide moves swiftly, dangerously,
covering my footprints.

It will recede: the relief is ephemeral,
the sun still burns the skin,
the craving will not be satisfied here.

Far better to wait for nightfall,
for the cool moon reflected, refracted,
as she extends a silver pathway
over the dark waves,
and silently calls me by name.


Blogger Dave said...

What a wonder display of words. They evoke feelings of both heat and the comfort of coolness, of anticipation and reward. How many times have we all had the same experience?
Thank You

12:53 pm  
Blogger rdl said...

very very nice, i like this one alot! Is that a new do you sportin? like that too.

12:59 pm  
Blogger Endment said...

Contrasts that draw me into your words - I can feel the heat - long for the coolness I want to follow the pathway.

1:24 pm  
Blogger LJ said...

Very very...12th house. And lovely.

5:39 pm  
Blogger MB said...

I feel the tug and pull, the ebb and flow, of tide and desire in this. Nicely woven together!

5:52 pm  
Blogger Pam in Tucson said...

Beautiful imagery. I can just imagine myself there. Hot sun, cool moon - wonderful contrast, beautifully expressed. Thank you!

8:26 pm  
Blogger herhimnbryn said...

So beautiful. Thankyou. Just what I need right now.

8:54 pm  
Blogger Dale said...

A little scary too. Like R. Frost looking into the dark woods. Just what is he longing for?

6:29 pm  
Blogger leslee said...

Wow, this is wonderful. Very nice.

2:12 pm  
Blogger Mary said...

Thank you all - it's scarey sometimes posting a poem and your comments mean a lot.

8:55 pm  

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