Tuesday, 18 February 2014
WHERE
I imagine running with you on golden sand
Pressed between toes
Laughing to the laughing blue water
To swim free
To run and taste the wind
To lie in the dusty warmth
To see green, hear gentle summer sounds
On days so long that they wrap around
and fingers on clock time stick in the afternoon
To gently tease away the edges of the mind
leaving a flood of calm
Taking in real life on an island
Colin Morgan
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My toes started wiggle to your words when you invited me on a ride to laughing waves.
ReplyDeletepeaceful and inviting; like Bjorn, I can see this ~
ReplyDeleteha. i could so go for life on an island right now...the warm sand...the roar of the waves....its laughter...you took me away for a few moments...smiles.
ReplyDeleteOh I needed to read this . . . sigh!
ReplyDeleteOh, I feel summer in this poem!! Beautiful scene.
ReplyDelete"golden sand pressed between toes" evokes such sensory images. Love it.
ReplyDeleteYep...it's all good!
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Island Girl
The whole poem is very physical, conjuring up that dream island atmosphere, but the following - shall we say more abstract - verses especially spoke to me:
ReplyDeleteTo see green, hear gentle summer sounds
On days so long that they wrap around
and fingers on clock time stick in the afternoon
To gently tease away the edges of the mind
leaving a flood of calm
Serene and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou brought that scene alive!
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