it feels like years




by george   ahí viene el sol


to be rid of shoes and cement   to be walking  

once again   barefooted and happily

on the white sand   hearing the longed for surf-sounds   watching


gulls and pipers 


children   surfers   sunbathers


bare skin so very much to my liking   so suitable




today is the best day


alone   here   upon my yellow and white towel

among the happy throng

sketch book in hand   the mentioned surf-sounds keeping time


and the sun   oh!   i've missed it   these tropical rays   and you




you   my very best friend   bringing smiles

and that special feeling   the one that comes when i hear from you


that reminds me   hey   i exist



i think




this will be a day of self-indulgence   sun & solitude


i don't want to write about it   not now


i want to feel it   and report back later  



little darling













kind of a raggae calypso liverpudlian george harrison thing going on

at least in my mind







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Written on 2016-06-04 at 02:16

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, absorb it now. Write about it later. If you try to write about what's happening at the moment, you'll miss most of it. I love music, but I'd never want anything to interfere with the beautiful sound of the crashing surf. The music also can wait.

Nice song.

I think I like your sort of music! It takes me back to my island years by the sea, thanks.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Like Ashe, you need some Bob Marley :-) Well you couldn't pick a happier spot for a poem for me, I love the sand the sea the surf - I could be that beach bum happily if I didn't have to earn a crust

Lovely to have a poem of yours here again

Elle x

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
How about some Bob Marley added to your list. You can't come to my beach without hearing the surfers playing some of his tunes. Shaka, shaka, good times are here again! :-) A very fun poem.