Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
whispering ocean
trapped in it
whispers of air
prefer to stay put
rivulets of thready thought
grip me
I want to escape
into the endless ocean
"isolated, I let strawberry tickle me
while storms breaks in within, maybe I prefer to be within the stones of time"
20 comments:
I find your words soothing.
Very calming.
Lovely use of the prompts.
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Great result from combining the two prompts!
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/06/15/blessed-connection/
I love this it really calls us to the ocean.
Sad and lovely.
Mad Kane
interesting take on sound and words. Like the way they played each other. Thank you for sharing it.
Very good - one can smell the ozone and the sea-weed.
I love the endless ocean. Very lovely.
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I love the little strawberry addendum. It conjures up strawberry ice cream in my mind.
wish for the sea seeing,
wow.
you have captured the desire of a shell stuck on beach perfectly.
:)
wonderfully written :0
Ah, the powers of the oceans of the world. Beautifully stated.
Namaste..........cj
This has a lovely serenity to it.
=)
wow. that was beautiful
Being a water person, found this intrigingly lovely.
beautifully written
Very nice ;-) Looking at that shell and reading your poem...sublime...Peace and blessings
That picture was the perfect illustration for these lovely words.
The ebb and flow of your word crafting always pulls me in...
...and then releases me...
...and I am richer for having been priviledged to read your words.
Thank you.
A+
Simply gorgeous prose...Excellent..."rivulets of thready thought" Love that !!!
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