The girls and I love reading so often while the guys golf we read...and talk...
and listen to the lyrics of the sea.
We 'drift' on the bobbing dock,
caught somewhere between reality
...and book-world.
and listen to the lyrics of the sea.
We 'drift' on the bobbing dock,
caught somewhere between reality
...and book-world.
O, Beauty of being
You kiss half-shut eyes
And taunt life’s ineptness
With paradise
O, tireless sea-song
You surge and recede
A blue-throated ballad
To thought's nameless need
You strum ancient shorelines
That cradle the sea
Where we drift twixt book-land
And reality
...while pleading with edicts
Of hours and such
To fine-tune the pages
Where sky and sea touch
© Janet Martin
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