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Paradise Waters of the Gulf

Green

the confusing reverence of the place
the holy-waters of the gulf

white eucharist sand trucked-in sunday anew

and flowers  ever fresh
renew the question

I watch clouds  west

overrun
spilling sun
in the horizon

and comes rain each day  warm

same time
same slow way
like the same song

then I think

such simple acts
as prayer hands together press

or happiness
gone to hearts reach again.

Unable to feel these overtures of sky and air and light  yet
might I find reason here to live

 if

at all

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/15/2020 3:05:00 PM

nothing beats wasting time!

Robert Warlov
Date: 11/15/2020 3:08:00 PM

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/13/2020 7:17:00 PM

I think this may be one of my favorites i have seen of your poetry . I'm faving it!

Robert Warlov
Date: 11/14/2020 1:34:00 AM

The music is tricky. The versification (believe it or not) is the product of huge abstractions ~ the thing was turning into a book ~ how to reveal the simple truth; e.g.; wasting time at the beach. :-)

Robert Warlov

Date: 8/31/2020 8:08:00 PM

You'd be amazed by how popular Southwest Florida beaches are ~ with imported white-sand, perennial flowering plants and balmy green water ~ they call it "Paradise", but the broken-hearted call it: ~ "A pair of dice ". - R.W.