 |
Reply
| | | From: LittleBill (Original Message) | Sent: 5/2/2004 11:42 AM |
Barefoot She writes her name with footprints, magic sand creeping delightfully up between her toes and she’s reminded of laughter and ice creams and kites and rubber rings bright blow up colours. Eager champagne surf teasing her ankles tempting her with coolness. Giggling, - again a girl �?/SPAN> watching her shadow slowly drown. : )lb |
|
 First
Previous
2-9 of 9
Next
Last
|
Reply
| |
Hi lb being a small island girl - where the sea is all important - this was lovely, and I really enjoyed. Take care Emma  |
|
Reply
| |
Thank you Emma, I thought this one had slipped away into poetry oblivion...lol.....may I ask which Island ? : )lb |
|
Reply
| |
Hi lb Not oblivion - just island glory I'm from Jersey in the Channel Islands - only 9 miles by 5 miles - but a beautiful place with the best beaches in the world! Emma |
|
Reply
| |
...sounds idyllic...are you still there ? |
|
Reply
| |
Hi lb Yes I'm still in Jersey, returned back to Jersey to have my sons and never left. Emma |
|
Reply
| |
Hi LB I enjoyed this poem, it has such a summery feel to it. I particularly like the last bit. Mari |
|
Reply
| |
Thanks Mari...'summery' was exactly the kind of feeling I was going for...so thanks for that... : )lb |
|
Reply
| | From:  Zydha | Sent: 5/8/2004 6:17 AM |
Gosh...I must have an over active imagination, lb, I read so much more into this tender poem. It read as reflective, detaching from times past, having transposed thoughts and memories to her shadow which 'slowly drowned'. So still an optimistic interpretation, if not the correct one. Soft, gentle words, I 'had' missed this gem, Zed |
|
|
First
Previous
2-9 of 9
Next
Last
|
|
Free Forum Hosting
Important Announcement
Return to New Poems Pge 1