Sunday, 16 September 2012

dance of life



Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali



bring back the old days where we danced across the sands and threw off our shoes and felt the heat burn our souls

dusted and gritty sweat filled hours of toss and turn while above us the gulls swooped and screeched

cover me in coarse navy wool as night creeps up and the sun once burning our pasty skin flares up a flash of crimson

in its setting we talk of future journeys and as the first stars appear you tell me of hopes and dreams and i shiver with the possibility of it all

as we stand today looking at the horizon of our life we gently sway with the memories
hot sand between our toes.

KD for The Mag 16th September 2012


18 comments:

  1. This is lovely - how wonderful to look back and remember such joys:-)

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  2. mmmm. congratulations on being able to write this. and to have lived it. cheers.

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  3. many thanks for your comments....creative writing is a funny thing...what you mean to say is viewed differently to how you thought it would be....xx

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  4. I am reminded here of Leonard Cohen's 'Dance Me To the End of Love'. Very nice threading of words here!

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  5. I like the memories of abandonment and the moments of sharing hope for the future.

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  6. Evocative and lovely...I can feel that hot sand...

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  7. Such lovely memories to look back on, love the 'horizon of our life.'

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  8. I got some sand between my toes yesterday ! took all summer-sigh-
    I like your poem.

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  9. I love the feeling of hot sand between my toes and looking out over memories!

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  10. I already know this will rank among my favorite poems! It's luscious.

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  11. Felt the heat burn our souls... Very lovely image.

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  12. This paints quite a vivid picture.

    =)

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  13. How lucky to have had the beauty of this, the passion! Could really feel the heat of this...

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  14. So evocative of the dreams of youth...

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  15. This is a hothouse flower of Love , thanks Kay .

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