Warm sand
Pressing against the souls of her feet
Sinking into the soft earth
She lets her feet marinate for a while
Digging them deeper, until they are covered
She wiggles her toes and giggles
She loves how it feels
Closer to water now
Colder wet sand
She stands
the cool current splashes her feet
Washing the sand away
She walks barefoot
I read all today's posts. I am impressed; and you know it is not easy to impress me. I especially like the bottom two. Good iamrey in all the poems; and you make expert use of metaphor. One questions: it this poem, did you purposely use the word souls instead of soles?
ReplyDeleteI did, kind of wanted it to be deeper then the feet themselves...
ReplyDeleteYour maturing as a poetess and I am very happy for you. I like all I have read and keep up the good work. Your gift of writing is all your own but there's two poets close to my heart, you and your Father.. Good Work
ReplyDeleteThank you Mr. Carlus!! Thanks daddy, I forgot tothank you last time. :)
ReplyDeleteExcellent use of words. Imagery is important. I could feel myself down at the lake and feel the water washing over my feet. You're simply amazing and I'm glad you're my daughter. You make me proud.
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