sand grates
against
the soles
of his feet
but all he feels
is the
sticky hand
in his
azure water
reflecting
the golden sun
lies at his feet
but all he sees
are sunburned cheeks
and twin
blonde braids
sea gulls
squawk and call
to one
another
but all he hears
is endless
happy chattering
mixed with giggles
salt and brine
tint the very
air he
breathes
but all he tastes
is one lick
of strawberry lollipop
she allowed
fish
strong and heavy
head and alive
pervades the air
but all he smells
is her
almost washed away
suntan lotion
he is senseless
He is so gone in the head. This sounds like a boy in love. And poetically done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Angela. I find it interesting that you see that. I was intending to write about a father who has lost his daughter, perhaps to that very sea. I'm not entirely sure.
DeleteI like the contrasting stanzas, and especially the lines "but all he smells
ReplyDeleteis her
almost washed away
suntan lotion"
I can seriously imagine smelling suntan lotion!
Glad you like it. ^^ Took me forever to come up with a good smell. Sunscreen is definitely a distinct scent for me.
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