NaPoWriMo...and beyond... Prosey poetry and free verse. Unapologetically real recovery. My words, my life, my experience.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Dreaming of...
Freedom beckons
through a slightly ajar window
the loosened hook dangling
invitingly
palm trees peeping back
tropical sights and breezes
whispering through my hair
and stroking my skin.
I lean out, longing for the
peace of white
sands and salty water
drying on my toes as they
dig into the beach
taking deep breaths of
solitude and singleness.
(To be posted for Thursday Think Tank #65, "Windows", 9/8/11)
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I long for this beach too, you painted it so well in your words. Longing for that window with you!
ReplyDeleteI wish to be looking out that window too. Alas, it is autumn in our country.
ReplyDeleteLovely visions of the beach and sand ...
Thank you for the much needed view, Northeast flooding has us weathered and worn. Glad I stopped by.
ReplyDeleteI think the last line changed the sensation completely. Powerful, that.
ReplyDeleteLovely use of the senses.
ReplyDeleteOoh what a vivid picture you painted.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Kim about the last line, it took my initial impression of the piece in another direction, especially when read against. . .
"Freedom beckons
through a slightly ajar window
the loosened hook dangling
invitingly"
I liked this a lot, subtle and powerful.
The view from your window is so tempting!
ReplyDeleteThis makes me homesick. I so miss my beach!
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