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Post by eezebard on May 3, 2019 13:40:17 GMT -6
Winded . . . jogging the shoreline past knee high surf shirt sullied front to back like Jack Frost at recess in the noonday sun
Huffing an extra moment while puffing the lakeside air Musing at your approach gazing puppet-like to your breath-robbing stride
Enticing yet demure you side-step surf framed with endless sand and comber wave
Passing within a smile's length Synchronizing your intended dance with a smiling glance
Only. . .
You're met with silence while the sounds of surf gently fade below the pulse in my throbbing chest
My one line arsenal timorous left home by the mirror
My response ?
A sheepish urge to flip driftwood with an idle foot
Another potential Valentine swept away like the water erasing your steps
The drifting wood strikes my unguarded ankle ~
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 3, 2019 14:41:53 GMT -6
I can relate to your clever poem ... being tongue tied at the wrong moment!
Really cool imagery and I love your ending with the driftwood adding its insult
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Post by Catlady2710 on May 3, 2019 17:11:54 GMT -6
Can't help it, but as I read, I saw the beginning of a Bay Watch show...great description of a beauty loping along the seashore.
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Post by AquarianM on May 3, 2019 22:55:47 GMT -6
Two ships passing in the night, eh? Beautiful setting for it, though. Great write!
Dan
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2019 3:13:47 GMT -6
There is always next time! Unless you see Rick coming...he steals 'em all...in that case just kick some of that driftwood in front of his feet and trip 'em....I'd even pay ya to do it
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Post by eezebard on May 5, 2019 5:29:45 GMT -6
Thanks everyone for reading and for your kind replies to this piece. I really am this shy and thank god my soul mate found me, knocked me over and dragged me into the church. I admit I did not go kicking Michael, send him to the beach at Grand Bend and I’ll start practicing now.
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 5, 2019 23:09:13 GMT -6
This is just priceless, Rex. Glad your sweetie found you and dragged you to the church. Psst!! Rick....Oh Ricky!! Better watch out. They're plotting agaist you.
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