Water gurgled
over smooth, thirsty stones, and
licked our ankles
with a cold, forking tongue.
Our hands held
in spite of slips and falls,
you kissed my cheek
when we reached flat sand.
The grass was soft
on the bank where we lay;
the sun washed bare skin,
while our clothes laid out to dry.
A hawk shrieked overhead,
you startled in my arms;
I nibbled at your ear, and
the high gliding predator moved on.
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2005)
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18 comments:
Beautifully captured moment!
this is sweet :) i'd love a day like this
ahhh
Very beautiful and loving.
Pat, I don't know you enjoy the form or not but there are elements of a good haibun in this poem! Good write.
great wordpic
especially that last stanza
cheers
What about crossing the river of life? All you need is guts galore, and a little bit of love…?
my idea of a perfect day :)
Thanks guys!! I'm out of town, but I'm checking in on my brothers computer. Be back Thursday or Friday.
Very interesting read, Pat. The predator in the sky moved on, eh? What about the one on two legs?
Ah, Nick. Yes, eventually.
Liked the way it ended. The menacing moment passed. Nicely put.
Ahhh..the predator falls in love too! :))
or so I always hope!
Lovely moments here...
well done.
Hey, great moment. you highlight the senses of the moment well. I enjoyed this very much. Frances
sexy and romantic at the same time. made me tingle.
Boulies-Always does doesn't it? Thanks Boulies!
Pincushion-All Gods children get to fall in love. Thanks!
Eric-Thank you, sir!
Frances Mackay-Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
Rebecca-Thank you very much!
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