Silver Surf(er)


There’s a wonder
to the places where water
folds into land,
where the taste of salt
on lips is magic.

Dig your toes in deep
and steep your heart
in Blue. Watch the moon
plop in,
full and fat
and content only
to be consumed.

Sift your soul
in seaglass,
and you’ll never
be the same.

And when you get back
just hold the world
and wish
for rain.


Written for Poetic Asides








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3 Responses to Silver Surf(er)

  1. ihatepoetry says:

    Going to the ocean next week, so I’ll heed your counsel. Good poem.

  2. Marie Elena says:

    *sigh* Your words are every bit as refreshing.

  3. whimsygizmo says:

    Thanks, guys. Words are coming rough these days. Appreciate you encouragement.

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