Pic on Photobucket by kbware7 ~ ATT10~ SandcastlesIf I surround myself with beauty
Perhaps I can appear beautiful again ~
See
There is a rose ~
Languid petals
Almost floating
Like an anemone ~
And there ~
And there ~
Perhaps a daisy or two ~
But I like the one
Not far from my draped hand ~
Do you see what looks like
A sweet
Tiny shell ?~
Somehow
I think of
Atlantis ~
That island you think is fantasy
But I know
Is real
~
You see
Not far from this island
I was born ~
Born of the sea ~
In fact
You know who I am ~
I am that beauty
That lover
Who charmed men
(And gods) ~
My beauty was legendary ~
What you see now
Are just sands of my former self
~
Born of the sea
To the sea I must return ~
This is my moment
Quietly
Waiting
For sandy waves
To be real
For the sea to take me home
Home to be foam ~
And once again
I can be
Glistening
Beautiful
Aphrodite
~
6 comments:
This is beautiful. I love how you imagined her to be Aphrodite. I think I look at her as a mermaid. Your poem is really nice. Have a nice day.
I think of her as someone waiting to go back to her home where she will be her true self, lovely poem
First person works so well here. "This is my moment... to be real... I can be"
What a good opening. I found myself being draped round and taken on a journey of discovery.
very lovely,, it reads like an ode of sorts.....
You've created a myth around the sand lady! I especially love the first stanza, as the awakening goddess discovers her beauty.
The opening of the poem is superb;
If I surround myself with beauty
Perhaps I can appear beautiful again ~
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