Inspired by the phrase ‘The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore’ taken from ‘Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)’ by Walt Whitman. This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project |
I walk on
water
take even paces
out
away from the beach
stand in small swell
no damp
on my feet
run a mile
chase the white caps
run a mile
breathe the taste of salt
impregnated
into air
comes a breeze
off the shore
blowing past me
comes the breeze
with a memory
I can recall
the green leaves that are spring
the dry leaves
that are fall
and comes the breeze
to tell me
of the firmer lands
and
on the breeze
a message
of home
come
says the breeze
to summon me
from water
come
the breeze
pushes me
to places
where the sand
is in-between
my toes
and the buoyancy
of being on
the water
is a memory
that I
I hardly
recall
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Wet and miserable here, at the moment. That sounds real good!
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Rise above it, Mick.
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Oh, I shall, Frank. Start with a cup of tea, of course.
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Ah, it was a coffee grinding morning here – many hours ago, now.
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Coffee was first thing. Without that, I wouldn’t ever reach the moving and speaking stage.
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LMAO and for our next topic – the addictions we cannot live without (or even open our eyes!)
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Just coffee, Frank. I don’t count the bottles of red.
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