Summer holiday

I’m on holidays go back to work in three days

Waves crashed on my rock
Our rock
We sat upon
Like two teenagers
Young again
Our feet cool in the ripples
just a few hours ago
But That tide it never stops
Just Like time
Never still
I want to catch it
Hold it
Breathe it in
Make it stop
Make it be
Our time
Our dry rock
But just like the song
“And The tide rushes in “
So to I will have to leave
You
and our beach our rocks
shells sand sunburn
Hugs our laughter
To my little desk
A hundred
Miles away
No tide will wet my feet there
As I sit prim and straight
I long for next time here with you
Our rock our tides that flow
On sand so white

Reviews

[barleygirl]

On a different review just now, you mentioned being on holiday, so when I saw this poem, I had to read it. It's awesome to me, imagining those on the bottom of the planet being ensconced in summertime (even tho my central California coast wintertime feels like balmy summer!) This reminds me of going to my favorite river in Northern California every summer as a kid, & how those final departures were so painful, having to leave behind all my watery splashing traditions of summer. You got that longing across so beautifully in tone. I like the way this could be read as the summer holiday location being the lover . . . or it could be that a lover (or various lovers on various summers) are what's being commemorated in your poem! Vivid details make your word painting bright! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks so much Margie x

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Leaving tomorrow this is my farewell poem to the time I had