A Fading Valentine

Longpoint... where sand and water spice the imagination

Winded . . .
jogging the shoreline past knee high surf
shirt sullied
front to back
like Jack Frost at recess in the noonday sun

Huffing an extra moment
while puffing at the lakeside air
Musing at your approach
gazing puppet-like
to your breath-robbing stride

Enticing
yet demure
you side-step surf
framed with endless sand and comber wave

Passing within a smile's length
Synchronizing your intended dance
with a smiling glance
Only. . .
you're met with silence
while the sounds of surf
gently fade
below the pulse in my throbbing chest

My one line arsenal
timorous
left home by the mirror

My response ?

A sheepish urge to flip driftwood
with an idle foot

Another potential Valentine
swept away
like the water erasing your steps

The drifting wood
strikes my unguarded ankle
~

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'A Fading Valentine'
McEltic,
Sometimes the purpose we start out with any given day is meant to be our focus. The sand, the sea, the run, the exercise- these are all good things. But throwing another person into the mix can be really distracting. It places a certain vulnerability into the experience. You really made this real in the above writing. From the first glance to the response:
"My response?
A sheepish urge to flip driftwood
with an idle foot
Another potential Valentine
swept away
like the water erasing your steps
The drifting wood
strikes my unguarded ankle"

[MsJewel]

Wow - I love this. The images you create are wonderful and the entire feeling of your words is real. An exceptional piece :) Julie

[McEltic]

Thank you Julie, I hope it brought a smile... your reply brought one to me :)