27 July



every evening

i hear their screen door whack behind them 

as they walk the beach together 
 
in the shallow of the waves
 
holding hands 
 
 

 battered and blasted by the thrills 

where they have dabbled



they stand in the moonlight

slowly

skillfully

finger by finger

they unfold their gift 
 
and offer it to the universe



two stained hearts 
 
 in one hallowed center




once i thought that we were lost


now i know the universe

reveals itself

when raindrops fall on summer pavement






 
 


 
 















Comments

  1. Unknown27 July 2014 at 13:38

    I love it! Simple and nice pastels!

    Hugs
    JetteMajken

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  2. Dotti27 July 2014 at 14:24

    Ahhhh. That photo just drew me in. I've been having a bit of beach withdrawal today anyhow {I'm in landlocked KY} and that photo spoke to my heart. And the poem ... sweetness itself.

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  3. Anonymous27 July 2014 at 21:41

    Soft, gentle, full of love and understanding. Your words make a place worth visiting,

    Elizabeth

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  4. Old Egg28 July 2014 at 02:42

    How well you colored your poem with such beautiful words so that the reader could picture the scene so well.

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  5. Jae Rose28 July 2014 at 06:56

    What a beautiful piece - the part that sang out to me was 'two stained hearts in one hallowed centre'..there is a contentment and acceptance in that place i feel

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