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
This is lovely - how wonderful to look back and remember such joys:-)
ReplyDeletemmmm. congratulations on being able to write this. and to have lived it. cheers.
ReplyDeletemany 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
ReplyDeleteI like the memories of abandonment and the moments of sharing hope for the future.
ReplyDeletelovely!!!
ReplyDeleteEvocative and lovely...I can feel that hot sand...
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely memories to look back on, love the 'horizon of our life.'
ReplyDeleteI got some sand between my toes yesterday ! took all summer-sigh-
ReplyDeleteI like your poem.
Beautiful last stanza.
ReplyDeleteI love the feeling of hot sand between my toes and looking out over memories!
ReplyDeleteI already know this will rank among my favorite poems! It's luscious.
ReplyDeleteVery enjoyable writing...
ReplyDeleteFelt the heat burn our souls... Very lovely image.
ReplyDeleteThis paints quite a vivid picture.
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How lucky to have had the beauty of this, the passion! Could really feel the heat of this...
ReplyDeleteSo evocative of the dreams of youth...
ReplyDeleteThis is a hothouse flower of Love , thanks Kay .
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