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.
smiles....the ocean always takes me away....massages my worries....glad you had that anchor though...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThe bitter sweet emotion in this is palpable.
ReplyDeleteThanks to your wonderful poem, I was transported right to the beach and the state of mind it creates.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes; mixed emotions in a beautifully real world.
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Bear hugs, Rosaria!
That's a similar to the one water has on me. I'm water, that's my element according to the Zodiac.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.