I
All my life I’ve loved
beaches and the beauty of
being on the edge
*
Where senses merge like
sex in sand and sky in eyes
we are everywhere
*
Feeling a moment
like lifetimes of loving light
from intense shadows
*
While feelings blur like
sea in sand and sky in air
we’re here everywhere.
II
All my life I’ve loved
beaches and their hot bodies
heating everyone
*
(Save folks or times with
lack of lust for life in sex through
mood or age or choice)
*
All my life I’ve loved
soft warm curves that turn things hard
tangling everything
*
All my life I’ve loved
those days when outlines grow so vague
you shape in the flow
*
Like waves washing worlds
that wishes made whole, oceans
smooth and connect us
*
All our lives loving
beaches and bodies and love
make us all hotter
*
And all our lives’ love
lifts us from life’s heaviness:
makes our lives lighter.
III
All my life I’ve loved
light, I’ve left darkness behind
when stuff got murky
*
At dawn if things got
sweaty I might stay on till
stuff got cool again –
*
– I get dark sometimes
too, we all do, but try to
leave darkness at dawn
*
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Omm
September 2020
I like the poem but found the word ‘hotter’ didn’t fit for me. The sentiment is fine but the word stopped the flow. In my opinion.
I like the poem but found the word ‘hotter’ didn’t fit for me. The sentiment is fine but the word stopped the flow. In my opinion. I have not posted before so maybe someone else agreed with
Thank you for your thoughts, Anne, I appreciate them much.
“Hotter/Lighter” is good.
I like this style of emotion.
Listen – these words: –
“Like waves washing worlds
that wishes made whole, oceans
smooth and connect us“
are wondrous, really wonderful.
“I get dark sometimes,
too, we all do”
That line betrays accurate insight around depression which overcomes plentiful citizens like onset of night, it’s that natural as night is as overwhelming.
Alll humankind suffer from it –
this is the recognition required.
“but try to
leave darkness at dawn”
That is the admonition.
When separating nature’s darkness like day following night, from the mental-anguish darkness, and trying to leave behind the anguish, just through that trying then we are struggling to regain our natural balance.
That is the invocation.
This poem is the notification.
I hope it brings the gratification.
I love this one.
Like many of your poems, it is a bright, erotic, merging of the mythic (in this case, your own personal myth) and the modern (in this case, an epiphany of Now).
Beautiful.
Beaches are my existential core and this evening, this poem sings to me directly.
Helen Galloway, Melbourne