ocean hands curl
white, foam grabbing land, layering
sticky, salty, sand, icing
ankles and toes.
Children are crabs,
playing tag
daring waves
to catch them
if they can.
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Saturday, May 22, 2010
Beach Hands
I rarely write poetry. Every once in awhile, particularly when I'm relaxed on vacation, I play with words and out pops a poem. Here is one I wrote tonight:
ocean hands curl
white, foam grabbing land, layering
sticky, salty, sand, icing
ankles and toes.
Children are crabs,
playing tag
daring waves
to catch them
if they can.
ocean hands curl
white, foam grabbing land, layering
sticky, salty, sand, icing
ankles and toes.
Children are crabs,
playing tag
daring waves
to catch them
if they can.
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Nice! I see the word icing - is the water chilly? Seems early.
I hadn't even thought of that meaning to the word "icing." I was thinking more in terms of layers of sand sticking like icing sticks to cake. wasn't sure where to put the word. This is what I like about poetry- I just play with words with no particular goal in mind. I should keep that in mind with other types of writing, right? And then, it's nice when there are double meanings which i don't even pick up on!
Oooo! What fun. This summer I plan to keep my little sketch book with me everywhere I go and try not only to sketch the things I see, but to write poems, too.
Words--I love them!
Jean
yes, words are addictive, aren't they?
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