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George Jeffries Poem
Bare feet on white sands;
White skies, white trees.
Watching as rolling foams
Creep in gentle tributaries,
Washing blue beneath naked heels.
The first wave: gentle touch,
Tender as inquisitive hands.
Withdrawing. Testing.
Before returning once more,
Embracing unknown skin.
Such mysteries lie
Beneath shallow-deep,
Where no sight sees,
Or stone skips,
Or hands rest.
Aquatic embrace,
Powerful, yet reserved;
Veiled in beauty,
Sirenic calls that beat the sand,
Kissing beneath the soul.
Bare feet on white sands;
Paddling in the surge of the tide,
Exploring the fraction of an infinite.
Skin comforted in warmer waters,
To depart to return again.
Copyright © George Jeffries | Year Posted 2018
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George Jeffries Poem
And so they thought
that the days would last for years,
exchanging cigarettes for tears,
as their fears dissolved
like cough drops in the mind.
And then, the little rebel,
with their sharp tongue and sharp eye,
no time to watch the paint dry,
charged a melancholy heart;
sweet melody through a tin-can telephone.
Copyright © George Jeffries | Year Posted 2018
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George Jeffries Poem
smiling
is instinctive
now
though rare
it blossoms
on bright days
and I'll hold it
keepsake
in my mind
till night
till quiet
till again.
Copyright © George Jeffries | Year Posted 2018
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