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Sleeping Tide

.            A new day
              A new dawn
               A new wave to sail along
                  Not a perfect night of sleep
                    If only sleep could right a wrong
                         If only sleep could mend a hurt of yesterday
                        How perfect would it be
                        If sailing on the nightime sea
                        Could calm a shattered world and be
                     So free, of troubled years
                   As smooth and empty as a beach
                  A beach of gold, .. of silky sand
                   Untouched, unharmed by worried hand
                Washed and ironed by moving tide
            A breathless peace, all cleansed inside

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Vince Suzadail Jr.

May 11, 2010 at 8:10 PM

Now you're on my turf, a beach, a sea, the tide. Another pleasant read. Vince

John Rhinem

March 30, 2009 at 1:49 PM

....and henceforth, let me always hold onto these truths!:)~"Beautiful Write Here Dear~Within Every Way!:)~"My Love Always To 'You & Yours, John!:) On we go....

John Rhinem

March 30, 2009 at 1:46 PM

I wanted to journey back within Your recent writes to this one here dear, "Precious, Lovely & Beautiful Carrie Richards!:) Because it is so soul-searching, sincere, soft and tender!:) Just as Your last post; which I shall go to next! I hope that life is treating "You" beautifully dear!? And, no one can ever turn back the clock! But, we can all dream ahead~with everyday, a brand new beginning! I love "The Beauty" that I see inside of "You!"....cont....

John Rhinem

March 25, 2009 at 12:42 PM

"If only sleep could mend the hurt of yesterday, how perfect it would be"~Oh, but how truly it can be~if one someday awkens unto a new perspective of themselves and a new world which they choose to see, and then become a part of all they dream....this had such a gentle flow, stright from the heart and soul, beautiful Carrie Richards! Once again identifying the beauties which truthfully permeate your most lovely inner being! Absolutely and enchanting dear lady! Love always to you all, John!:)

Vince Suzadail Jr.

March 23, 2009 at 5:42 PM

For a mountain girl, this poem has a seagoing touch. Nice soft write. Sometimes I wonder if we didn't have the bad times, would the good times mean as much. When i look back, there were times I thought were tragic, but other things happened in the following years that probably would have never occured if it weren't for the bad times. God Bless. Vince

L'Nass Shango

March 23, 2009 at 8:00 AM

Carrie, I want to congratulate on Winter Farm featured today. This poem too is another display of your rich talent. The first line speaks to all my utopian dreams. Love

Christopher Higgins

March 23, 2009 at 4:18 AM

Another wonderful piece from you Carrie that takes me down a calm path leaving me relax and at peace...a beach of gold..silky sand...washed and ironed by a moving tide..that is incredible..I want that line..LOL..brilliant images comes to my mind with this piece of art...thank you for this.

Laurie Ginn

March 23, 2009 at 3:11 AM

If only if only if only, I'm there with you scweets. Sleeping pills would be even more popular thanthey are now. "A breathless peace" sighsss

Brian Strand

March 23, 2009 at 12:40 AM

Love this picture poem Carrie especially the penultimate line.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

Raul Moreno

March 22, 2009 at 11:11 PM

I too wish sleep could write a wrong, nice poem...Raul

Ronald Bingham

March 22, 2009 at 9:03 PM

If only sleep could right a wrong? Wouldn't that be awesome. That is a great line I truly enjoyed. Blessings, Ron

Sara Lokken

March 22, 2009 at 7:12 PM

I sleep all the time when I'm depressed....but I am ususually too busy to delve into my sad moods, lol. "If only sleep could mend a hurt of yesterday..." I hear you. Love, Sara:)