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Click hereThe wind tasted of sunlight and salt, tasted
like the hopes of hungry seabirds flinging themselves ahead of the fog
retreated beyond the reach of the naked eye but waiting
for the wind to reap the whitecaps of their tears
and send the moist blanket of oblivion rolling up the sand
The tide exposed the sand dollars,
those rounds of creams and purples, stripped them
of their camouflage, revealing their secret palmate etchings
known to man and bird alike, neither of whom bothers to note
the underside carved by ten rivers flowing into a single hole
Life is fragile as the sand dollar broken
by the gull's beak
comforted by sea foam whose bubbles hold captive
a thousand rainbows waiting for the fog to free them
from the suffering of the light
Very solid vivid imagery. Also concur with champagne's thoughts on the somewhat prosey opening; it slows down the development, but is a small point.
I agree with champagne, however, I kind of liked the lilting story feel; it added to the mood, intensifying the image for me. Nice. I enjoyed, thank you.
There are some images in this poem that sweep me away to the water's edge in spite of the far too prosey feel of the opening. I reread and found more, this is a verse that keeps on giving. Thanks for sharing.
This poem mentioned on the New Poems Review thread on Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion Forum.