Gathering thoughts like seashells

Want to keep you in my pocket…

Gathering thoughts like seashells

Wanting to keep you in my pocket…

 

Words are tokens of a promise

Discovered in the sands’ secrets…

 

Feeling you here, precious reminder

Of our love that dances like waves…

 

Hope is my keepsake held inside

Ocean’s treasure as I fly to you…

 

Drifting days I’m counting down

Your smiles are my souvenirs...

Reviews

[David Scott]

Life is so much like this poem. You have penned a treasure to be found on the pages of the WC. Yet these words are more than fragments of a creation glittering with possibilities. You give a write so open and in touch with the human experience as to provide a temporary home for a searching soul.
Thank you for this gift. Your light shines brightly here.

[An owl on the moon]

I just about missed your wonderfully kind words my friend! Thank you! May you always walk in the depth and wonder of pure light.

[Chirag Kumar]

You are a wonderful poet, Craig. Your words continue to spell magic as it flows in your poetries. God bless you. :)

[An owl on the moon]

My friend, thank you so very much! Sometimes we need to write to be able to breathe. :)

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Wow...! Craig, I cannot fathom how you can pen such a mesmerizing, beautiful piece so effortlessly that it touches the readers softly but very deep.
Loved this so much...
You are very talented!
Each line simply reaches out of screen and moves the reader.
Wow!

[An owl on the moon]

Precious Jyoti, so happy to see you by! I deeply appreciate your comments and your kindness. May this new year bring you such endless joy and inspiration. :)

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

:) thank you.

[emmajoy]

Dear long time friend and co.collaborator, you've made me sigh and tear up from way across the ocean!

Here, with this fairly brief poem you've not only shown your skill as a poet forever, BUT shown your readers what LOVE really means. I've tried to find an excerpt that touched me more than ... bui tis impossible> This is what it is..a surrender, an offering - for ever more.

[An owl on the moon]

Dear Emma, you know well my longing and love of the sea. Thank you for lifting me with your words once more. You do that so well! Happy New Year to you wayyyyyyyy over there! :)

[Seashell]

What a beautiful poem which I'm sure most people can relate to. I have seashells in most of my pockets and bags, and each time I pull one out, I automatically squeeze and kiss it. Strange isn't it?
Memories are priceless and wishes even more so.
Xx

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, dear Seashell! Your thoughts are so precious and beautiful. Thank you! I keep my memories safe... sometimes I need them to keep breathing.

[Seashell]

.........x

[Alias]

short and sweet, beautiful imagery and meaning, really effective - well written!

[An owl on the moon]

Truly appreciate you coming by to read! May your week be filled with such inspiration. :)

[A hare off]

The final line of this warm and inviting poem brings this to a perfect close. Exquisite writing.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you my friend. May you have endless souvenirs to bring joy to your journey.

[daninstockholm]

lovely tribute poem, love poems are best, perhaps, when gently touching the cheek of the intended as this one does. Well done!

[An owl on the moon]

I do so love how you express the words "gently touching the cheek of the intended." It was exactly as I wished it. Thank you!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Memories of love are a rare gem that we must cherish.
Fantastic poem sir.

[An owl on the moon]

I so appreciate your friendship here over the years, and how you always encourage! May your memories of love always overflow, including those you make today.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

These Lil floating clouds drift through my memories in time. How many I can't even remember anymore...but the smiles....the love....the hope...who could ever count forever....you remind me so often that love for another is the key....no matter the relationship in space or time...but remembering always the hope of love. I've missed you in my absence...time is deceiving me these days, but I shall be back for more wonder in your inviting magical land of love.

[An owl on the moon]

I am so glad to have you return here, precious poet. Your lights always leaves wonderful echoes on my shadows. And it's true. Love is a flame, and love in memories can keep the embers burning warm and sweet. May you always find your soul smiling in the silences of your souvenirs.