in search of la niña
we took the long road
to the top of the island
believing by the time we got back
to the ocean
your father would be gone
pausing along the way
we listened to the distant waves
while lying on our backs
nibbling on treats and
pretending the clouds
flew like pink elephants
the rhythm of the water
slowly put us to sleep
our dreams commingling
as your father’s footfalls
echoed ever closer
december two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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What a lovely poem!! So dreamy and so innocent…. “Our dreams commingling” What beautiful imagery!
Thank you, Lola…so nice to see how you noticed the innocence in this poem.
Gosh, I love the image of this, the teenagers wanting to be alone, but still young enough to not know what to do with it. Yes, it’s very innocent, but has the cusp of maturity just around the corner. So lovely, JW. Mwah!
So glad you enjoyed this one, Viv. Thanks too for tweeting on your timeline. xo
This is a awesome John….
Thank so much, Björn.
A gorgeous poem penned about naiveté of juvenile desires, eloquent with beautiful imagery, well done poet! Thanks for sharing. Please find time to read and comment on my poem on my blog, Rain-Chimes~My Poetry Blog, http://drsmitasriwas280.wordpress.com/
Thank-you – glad you enjoyed this one.