Yes, It is.
Stones rolling
With fierce fury
The uproar makes my soul
Believe
The god himself
Decided to come and tell.
Waves.
Cleansing the insanity
Of kisses detained
Caresses underrated
Don’t despair.
Ecstasy island
Shores washed
Isolated
Untamed.
Waves.
Carrying and taking
Bringing and leaving
That sand confused.
As my muse...
Whose ideas swim
And dance.
As my muse...
Permanently moving
Round the same route.
______________________________________________________Image by Whitami
© Dulce
23 comments:
Girl, you just keep on doing it--letting the world IN and letting the world OUT of your soul, your mind, your brain, and yes, your HEART
Don't forget, IN, then let those ocean waves of yours treat it, then OUT in the form of metered wordings.
One day Peeps will analyze, theorize, even proselytize their interpretations of your work.
I write this in all kindness to you, from across the sea.
(WOW! I'm almost becoming poetic in style...who would EVER have guessed that?)
Mi Dulce amiga, sabes expresarte como nadie. maravillosas palabras las que hoy nos regalas.
Mil besitos!!!
What is washed away is the non-permanent, the good and the bad, it was all just visiting.
Darn you, Dulce! I have one scheduled for tomorrow that's gonna look like I plagarized you! washing waves and all. That's what I get for holding back. Yours is better anyhow. I'm takin my shoes off. ~rick
simply gorgeous.
this reads like a walk on the beach you describe so well...
I know your ocean but not your island.
A very special feeling.
Besos:)
I love "... that sand confused...". Perfect!
Nevine
Beautiful.
Just beautiful! Keep writing!!!
I love the line about cleansing insanity, I could with some of that.
How I miss the sea! :)
beautiful beautiful beautiful!!!
So much metaphor.
I really like the idea of the sand being so movable: one minute arriving and the next departing. Like we are ourselves.
Your writing is amazing. So glad you stopped by my blog so I could cross paths with you to be touched by the words of your soul.
Ay, Chica, you inspire me...and what I wouldn't give to visit Ecstacy Island!
Those islands sound good to me right now. I have slipped into the sea.
All I will say is a gal who grew up along the ocean with many waves. just does something to ME.it's like hot melted sweet chocolate.. SMILES
LOVE U
thank you for bringing the ocean to me today, it was much needed!
warm smiles,
of this whole poem that first stanza makes me smile and the last reminds me when I go into circles. :) Sarah
Hi Dulce,
This is a very beautiful poem about the sea... Your words takes me to the ocean. The description is magical and sensitive. Just wonderful!:)
Thank you for visiting me and leaving a lovely comment. It is really good to meet you...
I am now following your blog too.;)
Jo May.
I love this!! So beautiful!
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