Thursday, April 27, 2006

No Day at the Beach

No Day at the Beach

I can see them,
dancing in the distance -
a sea-kelp forest
in the ocean of silence
where I tread.

They are:
grace and artistry,
words I cannot speak,

poetry that I wish
would entangle itself around me,

and immerse me in beauty


  1. Still, in the eyes of pain
    there is such beauty

    And, in the distance
    where the horizon meets
    the cerulean seas,
    they play

    casting the sweetness
    of their shadows to dance
    upon your weary brow

    they kiss you
    with the streams of light
    that touch your face
    and whisper

    words only you can hear
    in your heart....

    "mommy...we love you and we're fine"

    I love you Erin. You're never alone

  2. Mary~
    Your poem made me cry. To be honest this piece was supposed to be about poetry, all th epoems I've started - or haven't - in the last 5 or 6 months... but your reply made me realize that on some subconscious level, well, maybe it wasn't about poems at all.

    Love you.

  3. Isn't it amazing how many hidden stories there are in our words? Love you too...I cried when I read your post, so we're even :-P