Thursday, November 14, 2013

Stepping

When I  stepped on sand and made my way
lightly down the shoreline
avoiding the rushing
waves
and occasional carcasses of  beached animal
gingerly holding
the enormity
of the element that sorrounded me
lulled into forgetfulness
by the wind and the sound
and the smell of ocean,
I could have accepted death with joy
if not for the hand that held the camera that day.

5 comments:

  1. smiles....the ocean always takes me away....massages my worries....glad you had that anchor though...smiles.

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  2. The bitter sweet emotion in this is palpable.

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  3. Thanks to your wonderful poem, I was transported right to the beach and the state of mind it creates.

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  4. Ah, yes; mixed emotions in a beautifully real world.

    Blessings and Bear hugs, Rosaria!

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  5. That's a similar to the one water has on me. I'm water, that's my element according to the Zodiac.

    Greetings from London.

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