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Isabel Strydom Poem
WALKING ON THE BEACH
My beach has many mystic moods –
Flirtations, sometimes fickle, mistress mine.
I love her when she’s smooth, like mellow wine,
And bids me stroll on sands of gold:
Soft, silky waters lapping at my feet,
Where lacy froth and lazy sea sand meet.
Slow swells roll out to silver seas;
Seduce my eye with vistas beautiful,
Beckon me in with thoughts unthinkable.
Sometimes she seems upset and I,
Uncertain of her changing frowns and smiles,
Will tread her sands, in fear, for many miles.
Harsh winds and angry roars abound
And jagged, ugly, great green waves
Segue to deep, dark, dreamy depths.
Temptation whispers – go and seek her balm
And sink all cares into her open arms.
What shall it be, oh mistress mine?
Copyright © Isabel Strydom | Year Posted 2020
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