I believe you are resting deep in the ocean, sometimes coming up for air bubbles.
Responding to the sound of your breathing, paintbrushes dropped onto pebbles still radiating the warmth of summer scotch.
I rushed out wearing only my jeans, escaping the slumbering heat and running towards you.
The waves draped themselves around my jeans like a night serpent, slowing me down as they tightened around my ankles and calves, crawling up to my crotch. The buttons were torn open recklessly, breaking free.
I began to trek through the saline foam, following the sound of you.
You were calling me to go skinny-dipping with you again, moving in synchronisation. I was well aware that I was alone in the dark water, trying once more to listen to your streams of consciousness as they formed poetry.
I dived into the depths where your voice became clear, arousing me once again and offering us the chance to become one for the thousand and thousandth time.
Tag: ocean
Soak
Calm waves
rolling in and out
in rhythmic heartbeats
A lone dragonfly
hovers over
in tango steps
I am
floating on
the healing ocean
stretch my back
looking at
the silkworm woven sky
My skin
turns into a prune
resign from the soak
Up I go
to chase the noon sun
on wet sand
Nature’s Romance
The land kisses the ocean
Pebbles turn into rocks
Spring green penetrates light blue
into a vast turquoise break
driven further to the deep blue
Mermaid Dreams
This is a collaboration with Michele Lee inspired by our shared love for the nature and friendship. I adore Michele’s work and recently read her novela Her Costal Cottage. If you haven’t already read Michele’s work, pay a visit to her blog My Inspired Life, I hope you’ll enjoy as much as I have been.
A playground first encounter
two shy girls found each other
A friendship bonded by quiet giggles and thousand smiles
Best Friends Forever sealed with a pinky swear
while painted toes pressed into the pearly sand
Promises made when forever was cloaked by the misty gray fog, carrying the secrets of unknown tomorrows
falling gently on their straw hats and small hands busy adding broken shells to their sandcastle kingdom
where two mermaids could live
when they weren’t underwater exploring
The crystal blue above and the deep turquoise below
blending, swallowing shadows and fragile castles
as two little girls left the beach,
side by side skipping, singing, and hand-holding
half buried, a red bucket and spade forgotten
Feeling Like Myself
I feel alive
With salt in my hair
Sand between my toes
Sunburn on my cheeks
I am free
Shells
I long to be
these little shells
laze around
on a bed of moss
wearing the marks
of the ocean
bath in the healing sun
Mellow Sky
We became
the mellow sky
In harmony with
the time polished rocks
And finely sieved sand
The Ocean Speaks in Waves
The ocean is a magician
She gravitates our attention
A little wave dance
bonds us in laughter
It melts away the invisible gap
two generations are standing on
The language of the deep blue
strings our hearts
into a single beat
Storm Express
This is written as a Six Sentence Story based on Denise’s word prompt- Express
It was close to midnight. We decided to drive to the beach to experience the ocean under the moonlight.
We swam far and deep out of the ocean, exhilarated, shrieking with excitement between waves. The waves built bigger and stronger tossing us to a dangerous new high.
Then came the indigo storm, running towards us like an express train, forcing us to swim for our life. When it hit the shore in such great force, we were spat out like wreckage, exhausted and intertwined, looking like a cluster of seaweeds.
Hidden beauty
fiery amber woven in parakeet feathers
drape across the wave sculpted rocks
your beauty overshadowed by
molecules of red, orange and yellow
on a sunlit day
Photo taken by Cassa Bassa at Turimetta beach, Sydney Northern beaches, Australia
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