Thursday, January 29, 2009

3WW: Caress, Jaged, Ruthless

Caress Jagged Ruthless
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Cauliflower waves
caress the brown sugar
sand

late in the afternoon.
I know I have
to get back to camp

to make supper,
do the dishes,
take in my laundry.

But the sunset
is leaving
jagged shadows

all over the beach
and I’m comfy
in my nifty seat

and I just want
to stay here
and ignore

the waves
of ruthless
time.

8 comments:

susan said...

I sense tension between the idyllic and the strains of living. Maybe I'm projecting my own storm gathering, dark shadows trying to pull me under.

I enjoy your work. I've missed coming by.

pjd said...

Oh, wow, I hope all the 3WW participants come back to see this. It's lovely and such a simple read with so much elegance to it. I love the food references leading to the "make supper" and then back to the waves of ruthless time. I adore this poem. Do you have an extra chair on that beach of yours?

Marguerite said...

Great job! I am amazed at what a wonderful piece of poetry you have crafted from these three words.

By the way, I have an award for you at my blog. Please feel free to drop by and pick it up.

Jeeves said...

Waves of ruthless time. Ending is brilliant

gel(Emerald Eyes) said...

Your 3 WW shows that nagging "I don't want to move" very well! This flows smoothly. Certain phrase I like :
"the brown sugar sand"
"the waves of ruthless time."

ThomG said...

I really like the descriptions in this. And yes, the end is brilliant. Great job.

paisley said...

then do it.. what harm could possibly come from enjoying it just a few moments longer... lovely linda...

Regina said...

I love this!

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