Sunday, November 8, 2009

Sitting at Kailua Beach

Eyes closed,
breath's no match
for soft wind,
that insists
on tickling body,
head to toes.

Waves crashing,
bump
against both ears,
almost drowning
"Mommy" shouts
from excited children.

Love's hand
resting on knee,
joins soft touch
from casual elbow,
to fill heart
with sweetness.

Decay
from pine needles,
connives
with salty air,
to tease
ready nostrils.

Senses,
awakened,
solicit watchful mind,
all at once.
Startled self
acquieces.

2 comments:

  1. the proof is in the poeting; famous English dictum...

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  2. thank you, my friend and poete extraordinaire! thinking of you, hoping you have resolved fear factors . . . deep bow.

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