..
Give her a soft-curved shell
and a sweet-cast spell
of breeze and sand and sea.
Paint her a thousand-color sky
and wide-brimmed why
to wear, and breathe, and be.
Lend her a slow, smooth tail
to trace a trail –
a kite through scattered clouds.
Hold her with fragile hands
and give her a peaceful strand;
a small voice to sing out loud.
..
prompted by poetic asides.
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very peaceful – this one feels of the sea
Oh, chica. I am swooning over this. I adore it, to the moon and back.
I think the title says, “Sir. [Ahem. Excuse me.] You’re leaning on a snail.” Like, don’t you notice how fragile she is? Be careful, bro!
Ha! I LOVE that! 🙂
This is hypnotic. A thousand-colored sky would be divine! Beautiful!
Hypnotic is the perfect word. De, this is one of your finest.
Cerulean Snail is such a lovely title! Sets the mood of the entire poem nicely.