Beneath a cool towel wet from the ocean
Nothing felt air but my nose and chin
I remember the warmth and the way it felt
Inside the terrycloth, I would never melt
The comfort that wrapped around -
- I long for it now -
That perfect balance
(Chills on my skin, sweat on my brow)
I wonder, if I were to find out how -
- To get back to that moment on the beach
If I would feel - and hear and see
The same sights and sounds of that serenity.
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A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.
About Me
- Kendra Lise
- For the words patiently sitting, And the sentences thinking of quitting, Secrets my mouth keeps hidden There is poetry.
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