Silk Wading
Silk wading thru wistfully warm sea waters,
my dreamy fingers have lingered to potter
with ocean surface, sun sparkled glitters.
My poetic pieces have gone full twitter
in charmed waters of crystal-clear rarity
where I felt God's love soothe life's severity.
Slowly easing into ocean powered waves,
my playful moods have seriously caved
from forceful, salt stinging, brutal wave smacks.
My body has ached sea bruised, blue and black,
and my inner desires have wished only to hide
from future seas that might bring painful tides.
Now, reaching the end planks on my journey's pier
and viewing my twilight's approach so clear,
it's past sunshine glitters that most sustain
these concluding sea views for my earthly gain;
It was not all of my hits from waves that bruised,
but all my silk wading that filled my heart enthused.
September 18, 2019
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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