BEACH RUN
When we ran, barefooted along the sand
Margined by the incoming lace of end waves,
I knew this was love's doing,
Nurturing our passion
Under a scorching sun, merely warming our hearts
In sync with each other.
Where caterpillars looped Frangipani in bloom
Our fingers entwined, we walked the paved path
To meet the mini buses
To take us back to vacation 'home'
Where aunty had cooked the breadfruit oil down
She was waiting for us
How was Grand Anse she asked?
BEACH RUN © gillena cox 2016
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #50, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
Linking to
Prompt Nights – Take me to the Ocean [7]
AND
The Tuesday Platform
Nurturing our passion
ReplyDeleteUnder a scorching sun,
merely warming our hearts
In sync with each other.
You have captured such wonderful moments of the beach :D Beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating Gillena :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Remembering holidays with my husband in Grenada we both loved the beach best of all
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I love what this evokes - simple pleasures and happiness all around - if we look :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in Jae
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Your poem brings to mind the walks my husband and I take in the part (when the weather is good to my lungs).
ReplyDeleteLove the nearly ritualistic tone of this poem... and the food, I always love the food. ;-)
Happy you dropped in Magaly
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This is such a touching poem, filled with nostalgia and loving feelings.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Kerry
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Passion stuff on an empty beach, ones tend to stop for a while. Aunties know.
ReplyDeleteGrand Anse Beach, Saint George, Grenada. We liked it even though we walked, not ran.
Thanks for dropping in Jim
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This makes me want to come with you to visit your aunty I can feel the warmth of the sun and your family. Wonderful Gillena!
ReplyDeleteOh no Bekkie. She died about 2 years back
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So much warmth in your poem... I love winter, but I still long for summer when I read your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in Bjorn
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You've painted a charming picture with this piece.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rommy
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barefoot upon the sand and lacy waves... a very sweet poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Margaret
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"the incoming lace of end waves" This is just so beautiful...love it...
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by Sumana
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