the beholder’s wings
your eyes are the sea
i’ve never seen
bits of sand and salt
mixed with horizon
and i stand
toes wet
on the shore
of submersion
thinking swim
and float
and maybe even
butterfly
wanting to dive
into the heart tide
aqua league
crash myself back
against rocks
grown jagged
smoothing over
soothing wound
polishing our scars
etching fern
into your landscape
of stone
.
.
.
March 24th, 2015 at 9:16 am
Lovely images, including the photographic one, Kelly. ~ J
March 24th, 2015 at 9:37 am
you had me at the first 2 lines, and then you threw in the next 2. “mixed with horizon” is how they get you, and how you got me this morning.
March 24th, 2015 at 11:34 am
This is lovely.. there is a resilience combined with hesitation in that fern by the rapid.
March 24th, 2015 at 1:53 pm
Stunning and that image is gorgeous.
March 24th, 2015 at 3:50 pm
What wonderfully metaphoric writing! This is a poem to experience and savor. Beautiful indeed.
March 24th, 2015 at 4:12 pm
oh there’s a rough and honest beauty in this… love it!!
March 24th, 2015 at 4:22 pm
Great thoughts!
March 24th, 2015 at 4:29 pm
Metaphoric wonder indeed, rife with romantic imagery disguised as carnate scenery, touching, honest, lusty, & brave; excellent job with this one; one of my favorites out on the trail today.
March 24th, 2015 at 5:02 pm
Lovely images here. Thanks for visiting my blog as well.
March 24th, 2015 at 5:57 pm
Beautiful, indeed. Great use of active verbs – I love the “etching fern.” Peace, Linda
March 24th, 2015 at 5:58 pm
Opening lines hooked me right away ~ I want to dive in the heart tide ~
Beautiful verses and picture Kelly ~
March 24th, 2015 at 6:35 pm
This came together as a most special love poem. I love the aspect of healing in the relationship.
March 24th, 2015 at 7:04 pm
To take the dive into the heart tide one must ride the current. Beautifully woven poem.
March 24th, 2015 at 7:51 pm
Just beautiful dear Kelly….
March 24th, 2015 at 8:44 pm
beautiful imagery
March 24th, 2015 at 9:37 pm
Too bad the landscape is of stone–if it won’t give way, there is no point of breaking oneself on it! But the fantasy of entering is quite beautiful in a violent and passionate way.
March 24th, 2015 at 10:19 pm
What a fantastically evocative – and effective – metaphor this is. I nearly swooned at “etching fern into your landscape of stone”.
March 24th, 2015 at 10:25 pm
Gorgeous, Kelly. Love ‘ to dive into the heart tide’
March 24th, 2015 at 10:34 pm
Oh those last lines…I read over and over until I closed my eyes and still said them. What an amazing write…metaphors and reality all together.
March 24th, 2015 at 11:37 pm
Powerful imagery, romantic passion, fabulous confession!
March 25th, 2015 at 1:02 am
This really hits deep. Marvelous.
March 25th, 2015 at 1:41 am
Those opening lines just send me. Fabulous.
March 25th, 2015 at 3:38 am
How well you have fulfilled the prompt (nothing mediocre here!) with this beautiful, image-filled poem.
March 25th, 2015 at 9:32 am
i liked the struggle in this piece… beauty of the past
March 25th, 2015 at 10:54 am
Lovely!!!
March 25th, 2015 at 6:28 pm
Kelly, the words are so alive to show me what beauty is – loved your piece.
March 27th, 2015 at 3:36 pm
This is such a romantic and imagery rich poem. Absolutely stunning.
September 30th, 2015 at 1:42 am
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