Wednesday
May042011
ocean park
At dusk we walked the dogs in the wet grass,
our faces caramelized by ocean air.
Cerulean escaped quickly,
a cunning fog wafted in with the darkness.
Ferris wheel lights glowed smoky-romantic on the pier.
"It doesn't get any better than this," you said.
I reached for your hand
as we turned our heads upward.
An open third floor window outlined
a protagonist consoling a woebegone saxophone.
Entranced we sat in the melody of outstretched nightlight,
listening.
Each of us a passing footnote in the story.
Its memory worn around our necks
like a polished rough ruby amulet.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Reader Comments (10)
What a beautiful picture you have painted here with your words....it takes me there...to that place. and I can hear those sounds . intriguing. love. ,m
Wow.
You have transported me with these words....
Those last three lines take my breath away. Thank you. xox
So beautifully written.
Such love and timeless beauty here...a sliver of the good life that you have captured and played back for us frame by lovely frame.
LOVE that photo.
and floating along in the free poetry of your words
martha, gkgirl, lindsey, kathryn, stephanie and brooke:
thank you, i'd been thinking of billy collins' "this much i do remember" when i wrote this. that poem has always moved me and when sabrina ward harrison beautifully read it at a workshop i attended last summer, even more so.
I feel like I'm there. *happy sigh*
oh goodness...your words make me weak in the knees...
elizabeth: hoping you and atlas really will be here sometime. :)
michelle: xoxo