Placid

A rare moment of inner peace.

A watercolor world,
Edges feathering; Soft and Drifting,

One to another.
Silence

Calm

Peace.
Finally,
I have arrived.

Even aware it isn’t true,

I FEEL the world is shades of

Light Blue

Grey

Pale and Cool

Pastel.
No intensity,
No feelings.

Just,
Ebb and Flow.
Crickets and quietly twinkling stars.
Turning Tides,

And coarse grains of sand.
Breath deep:
Salt air gives just enough encouragement,
Now I know I can still feel things
That if there was pain or hurt, I’d feel it.
There just isn’t.

Grass so alive its perfume fills the air,

Crushed beneath my bare feet.
I curl my toes (just for the hell of it),

A fresh wave of scent causing a new smile.
I take off on a run,

My feet flowing through the air,

Heart beating with the pure joy of doing something just because I want to,
The only trace left behind me is my lingering laugh.
I fly across the land.

 

Reviews

[Tomás Ó C..]

:-) I like a lot...

[Ryan D. Mosley]

Erin, Erin, Erin... I've been gone from the cafe for quite some time, and after reading this poem I'm glad that I came back. Your style continues to be a personal favorite and source of inspiration. Never, ever, in another poet have I ever seen the ability like yours to use imagery to create the poems flow and rhythm, making it absolutely beautiful, and a joy to read. So many images are painted here, from the colors you see, to the sound of crickets chirping. It makes you feel it, and wish you were there. Erin, I've said it before, and I'll say it again, you're gonna be famous some day.

[An owl on the moon]

So beautifully expressive, filled with a deep sense of peace... I love art, and your first line set the tone for me, filling my mind with the softness of watercolors on canvass... Amazing!

Craig

[Sun Dog]

This is an exciting poem. it's carefree and happy and tingly! I love to feel the grass with my bare feet too. every word is placed just so and I find that happy poems are hard to write and yet the best to read! Thanks.