it stopped making sense when
your glitter and grace didn’t shadow the halls
your smooth supple skin was no longer in reach
your bracelets and bands no longer chimed in my ears
your familiar fragrance fell from the air
your embrace escaped what stood to be real
I started to wake with
determined dawns that draw my dreams to a close
radiant rays that wrap me in hope
the rounds of robins that sing with the psithurism
the wafts of clipped green grass floating like monarchs
familiar flavors returning to feed my soul
my breath became easy when
browned feet met the summer terrain
waves washed towards dynamic shores
rounded rocks rumbled back to the sea
grey-green seaweed teased my nose
the ocean brine upon your neck called for my kiss
#oceansofsense
#lookinginyourwindow.com
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This is a lovely poem
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Thank you Sadje
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You’re welcome 😉
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I adored your journey through the analogies of using the senses of nature’s seasons and a wondrous finale stanza of using the ocean…….
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I appreciate the kind words
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This is such a lovely poem. So evocative and amazing! I absolutely adore it. Fantastic imagery throughout your words. Beautiful.
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Thank you
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Amazing piece and your imagery is stunning!
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I’m flattered by your comment. Thank you.
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