I’m here and not here, where dusk stretches
along an empty beach. Sighs fall from waves
and a small wind hunts through the dunes.
I’m here and not here, floating slightly above myself
my feet tethered in sand. Clouds letting through
the light, the unutterable beauty of red.
Here and not here, the heart is a knot
pulled so tight it stops at the water’s edge
and sinks in …
This is stunning! Of course I just adore the ‘unutterable beauty of red.’ and the ‘small wind hunting through the dunes’ and the ending – the image of a heart dropping into the sea – ha!
Thanks Gabe… had a feeling you would red being unutterably beautiful!
That state of mind where you’re somewhat outside of yourself can sometimes
foster an excellent view of the world around…enjoyed the poem.
Ah yes, the disembodied poetics… glad you have been enjoying the series slp,
this does sink in Graham,
this series is wonder-full.
beautiful to read now.
A.Joy
that makes me very happy Amanda!