Gazing through an invisible barrier
My fingers curled around the soft leather
Thoughts dancing through my head
A smile slowly creeps on me
The wind curling through the open top
The smell of salt arousing my senses
Coconuts, sweat, and the balmy smell of water
My window rolls down with ease
with only the flick of a finger
Arm stretched out wide, reaching
Catching air with my fingers
Feeling the warmth from our radiant star
The sun kissing my bare flesh
I have arrived
I am linking up with Mama Kat for this weeks Writers Workshop. I chose prompt 3.) Indorporate the following line into a poem of your own: “Catching air with my fingers” (inspired by Buttered Toast Rocks).
I haven't written poems in a long time. Oh how I've missed doing them.
I haven't written poems in a long time. Oh how I've missed doing them.
10 comments:
This makes me want the beach and summer. Love it. :)
Oh how I want to go back to Jamaica, like now. Great poem, beautiful, evocative language. Stopped by from Mama Kat's
Lovely. I could smell the salty air!
thank you!
Thank you so much for your boasting words. :)
Oh thank you! Glad my post brought visuals and smells. :)
I immediately could feel that moment of sun and wind and salty air, all mixed in with the joyful anticipation of vacation. Thank you!
Well done! Felt like I was right there with you!
You certainly couldn't tell that it had been a while since you last wrote a poem! I'm ready for the beach!! Who's driving and when are we heading out?!
Beautiful! You def need to return to writing poems. :)
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