Tuesday 18 February 2014



WHERE

I imagine running with you on golden sand
Pressed between toes
Laughing to the laughing blue water
To swim free
To run and taste the wind
To lie in the dusty warmth

To see green, hear gentle summer sounds
On days so long that they wrap around
and fingers on clock time stick in the afternoon

To gently tease away the edges of the mind
leaving a flood of calm

Taking in real life on an island



Colin Morgan 
  

10 comments:

  1. My toes started wiggle to your words when you invited me on a ride to laughing waves.

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  2. peaceful and inviting; like Bjorn, I can see this ~

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  3. ha. i could so go for life on an island right now...the warm sand...the roar of the waves....its laughter...you took me away for a few moments...smiles.

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  4. Oh I needed to read this . . . sigh!

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  5. Oh, I feel summer in this poem!! Beautiful scene.

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  6. "golden sand pressed between toes" evokes such sensory images. Love it.

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  7. Yep...it's all good!
    Signed
    Island Girl

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  8. The whole poem is very physical, conjuring up that dream island atmosphere, but the following - shall we say more abstract - verses especially spoke to me:
    To see green, hear gentle summer sounds
    On days so long that they wrap around
    and fingers on clock time stick in the afternoon

    To gently tease away the edges of the mind
    leaving a flood of calm

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