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sand on our backs
sand on our feet and hands
dry sand, wet sand, gritty sand,
warm sand with shells;
sand strewn with seaweed
and drowned with waves;
sand pulled and spread
and tossed by the tide;
sand bleached by the sun
under the water blue sky
you are gone but the sand remains,
and the salty scent of the sea,
and the breeze that plays still with my hair
as though you were never here;
the white sails of ships, flying far away
catch gleams from the sun
as it sinks into the sea,
and now belong only to me,
thoughts of tide pools into which we sank,
bob again like peaks on waves,
but only as a reverie,
for in between the waves
I see the you that you became
who faithless, one day left,
while I stayed on the sand
and only once glanced up
to say good-bye,
long after you had gone
oh, you came back, regretful,
some lovers do,
but I belonged by then, only to the sea.
Poem, Copyright Gloria Gay: 2007
Photograph by Gloria Gay: Copyright 2008
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|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
beautiful words, beautiful graphic
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Very nicely penned. I love the ocean, and your words took me there.|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Wonderful narrative, great poetry.
The sea, as we know, is faithful; always there.
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|The imagery...the verse...you tell a story with your words...you pull us in...and when it's finished...I hate to let go.|
|Reviewed by Staci Gansky-Wagner
|Reviewed by Chuck Keller
|Sometimes it's difficult to forgive. But sometimes it's worth it.
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|A powerful write.. Soulful and dramatic!...M|
|Reviewed by Jay PV
|Wonderful poem reading make me really "live" so near to earth, eather
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|OH! Beautiful. Reminds me, like Regis, of my poem "Love Remains".
And strains of "Time" by a group whose name fails me at the moment-
"Goodbye my love, maybe for forever/goodbye my love, the tide waits for me/Who knows when we shall meet again, if ever/But time keeps rollin' like a river/To the sea,to the sea..."
|Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
|Beautifully written, Gloria....powerful ending.
blessings ~ rhonda
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|Gloria I have to agree with Karla's statement, we don't just read your poems we live them through you
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|The imagery and the emotions mesmerized me, Gloria. It reminds me of a poem that I posted here called, "Near The Sea I Breathe..." I am drawn into the ambiance that you have effectively created via your verses. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Cynth'ya firstname.lastname@example.org
|Sands, yes, are swept away grain by grain because of the changing tides. But those sands, like our relatives and friends long gone into what I call "the transition of peacefulness" are part of the sea of life beneath us, forever a part of our existence.
blessin's to you Sis. Gloria,
cynth'ya lewis reed
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|E x c e l l e n t. Like all good poems, this makes us see, hear and feel. . .indeed, engages all our senses. Sand is a wonderful metaphor, as is the sea. B r a v a !! 'Pea' <3|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Great imagery, and a fine work.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Richly imaged, one doesn't just read your poem, Gloria, they experience it. BRAVA! An excellent write.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This is exceptional and so very vivid I can almost feel the grit of the sand and the scent of salt brine in the air. He was a fool to leave and a bigger fool to think he could just walk back onto the set as if nothing happened.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Fan-tas-tic! You mesmerized me as I read and then you got to the premise. Well done.|