Born again

Cherry

By Geertje Jong

Fri, 21 Jan 2011
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8 comments
 

The sun melts like Orange ice
Behind the steel grey line
The evening air-brush painted
Into the lofty sky
One by one the stars appear
I shed my clothes
Leave them on the shoreline
I step into the darkened water
Where my hair floats like seaweed
And my eyes are washed with salty tears
Above me the night floods the heavens
Spreads like ink on silk
Cleansed from all my sorrows
I walk from the white capped waves
Leaving my footprints in the sand
I travel toward the future

Certificate PG
Poem
All that I am
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You paint a wonderful picture, Geertje. It is full of stunning imagery, but for me, the most effective line is this:- "Spreads like ink on silk..." Simply beautiful. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by Geertje Jong on
I always feel so happy when I read your comments Tina. Thank you Geertje

Submitted by luigi_pagano on
I am glad I discovered your poetry, Geertie. So fresh and new. Many good lines in this poem. Luigi x

 

Submitted by Geertje Jong on
Molto graci (probably wrong spelling..but well meant..) Have a great weekend Luigi Geertje

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
As to your comment above, Geertje...in my book, this one's 'ten out of ten' quite literally;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Geertje Jong on
High praise indeed Tina. You really encourage to go on writing poetry. Personally I always thought they were a load of rubbish..;) Geertje

Submitted by ScoZen on
ScoZen Hello Geertje. Totally agree with S/S/Sand & Luigi I was going to pick out a line that I liked. But struggled as I enjoyed every bit of this. Regards
ScoZen

Submitted by seashore on
I missed this one - don't know how as it's a gem of a poem.