dangerous game

 

blue-green   sunlit   tropical

water   sand

giving way under our feet 

 

walking water's

edge   surf

roars   hisses   with

 

its come and ago   hand

in hand

we walk   will walk   hand in

 

hand forever    fingers entwined

forever   if

only we find a sand

 

dollar whole   intact   a sign   a

silly notion   

 

~

 

sky turns to sunset

hues   air

chills quickly   hands

 

held that much tighter   finding only

broken

bits of wave

 

crushed shell   a silly notion   this   

luck

dependent love   silly that we

 

let ourselves play this

game   even

in jest   so seemingly benign in

 

sunlight   so damning

at dusk

 

~

 

early to bed   tired   sunburnt

only

to wake in the

 

small hours alone   i

know   

short of breath   heart

 

racing   skipping beats   i

know   

while i slept   she danced   danced 

 

and more   it was dangerous   this

game

of luck   though   so thin a

 

love as this    so easily broken   so

fragile   is not love

 

~

 

waves lapping gently around my

feet as i

walk water's edge   alone   happy

 

to be alone   i have sighed all i

care to

sigh   best to walk alone in

 

this chill air   in overcast   than to

walk in

sunshine with only hope between

 

us   i will miss the  way she

loved

without restraint   restraint not being in

 

her nature   i loved her for

it   i love her still

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2018-09-01 at 05:10

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this.
2018-09-29


Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
We're pleased to see you posting again, otp :>)

Members of Coo & Co enjoyed the seaside setting and the hunt in the sand. The hunt creates a tension, which builds to excellent effect. We particularly felt the racing heart in the third section, and we find an echo in 'broken' of the earlier 'crushed shell'.

The ending interests us. To have hope is something quite special, we think, although we acknowledge we might not have grasped the full sense here. 'That is possible,' Coo concedes :>/
2018-09-03


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
A risky gamble, I would say, but I'll give you a hint: Where the sand is still wet, you might see a shallow trail that leads nowhere. At the end of that trail, dig maybe half an inch, and sometimes you will find a sand dollar, whole and intact, but already hard and dead. Happy searching! But, why the uncertainty? Why leave love up to chance? Enjoyed the read.
Ashe
2018-09-01