Today I wish that I was free
To travel as I wish
To places I have never been
But know they do exist.
I’d find the soft and gentle kiss
Of a salty ocean air
As gentle breezes slowly tease
Their fingers through my hair.
Searching out the warming sand
Each precious grain runs through my hands
Awaiting the moment; that rhythmic glide
Of waves that accompany an incoming tide.
And at the end of this dreamer’s day
Under life’s wing, content, I would lay
Listening to the sounds of spring
Sharing its sweet, silent whispering.
Nice use of rhythm and rhyme schemes, so rare today.
-smith
Jeeze, you must be older than I am, haha! Actually, most of my teenage years I’d rather forget. I was a lost teenager!
btw… It’s far from spring here as well…cold wave setting in. Enjoy and thank you Oz.
Jeeze, I don’t even remember 16
Great job Shirley. With or without the picture its beautiful. I have had the fortune of spending quite a few days like this as of late. Not to difficult living in Florida, though. The only differance being its far from springtime…
Hi Jervin! Thank you for commenting on my poem and my blog. I am from the USA. I wish I could say I was 16 and just beginning in life…then again, I did not have a very good outlook on life at 16! How about you?
Thanks again!
Thanks to you too Harry! I’m glad you liked it.
This is really classy. I like this alot and it does seem to capture the thoughts of the picture. Thanks
very nice poem. how poetic! you know what, you have a very wonderful blog. what country are you from? i hope we can be friends. please reply to me. i am a 16 year-old guy from the Philippines.
Thanks Jo! When do I get my prize? I know, I have to fill out the form right?
I think you win the prize for the best poem on this prompt. Kudos for a great job. You may have written it before,but it’s _perfect_ with the picture.
Well, I actually cheated a little as I wrote this poem some time ago but it popped into my head when I saw the picture. It just seemed to portray the same longing for things impossible. Thanks!
Nice to see a different interpretation… well-crafted, as usual. Well done, Shirley.