Little Wave
Refreshing as a Mojito
salty as chicken soup
she paws, and pauses, and pulls away
the sand where I stand
leaving memory of her absence
tickling the tops of my feet
with dreadful longing for her return.
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If only……. the beach were just down the road! This poem will carry me through……till I can return for the toe tickling….
What beautiful and effective images! Thank you.
Nothing is quite like the feeling that the ground under your feet is being pulled away. When it is sand, we smile and pay no attention to the metaphor it might tell about how we live.
Vibrant imagery of sea and sand, a sense of change and loss. This poem has a lot to say.