The Wind
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Lying on the silky *strand
A study in immobility
I feel the warm wind
Caressing me
Polishing my skin
With fine grains of sand
And the softest spray of sea
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Photograph: Per kind favour of http://granny1947.wordpress.com
©Denise G Allen, 09 January 2013 06:02 *Edited 08:19
*Strand: The shore of a sea, lake, or large river: “a heron glided to rest on a pebbly strand”. The Free Dictionary.
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09/01/2013 at 11:57 am
That sounds lovely adee.
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09/01/2013 at 2:54 pm
I have always wanted to live in a cottage right next to the beach, Hope. 🙂
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09/01/2013 at 3:13 pm
It sounds idyllic. I would love that too.
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09/01/2013 at 1:38 pm
your study in immobility sounds like it is very therapeutic you know…smiles…like a simple meditation in being…
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09/01/2013 at 2:58 pm
Ah yes, Brian, it is. I could sit or lie on the beach for hours, just dreaming. I toyed between this title and The Rock. Now I think I prefer the latter.
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09/01/2013 at 4:32 pm
Beautiful poem and pic, adee. I hope this will be me over the next week in Belize. 🙂
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09/01/2013 at 4:36 pm
Have a wonderful time AD! So glad you liked my post. ♥
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09/01/2013 at 7:56 pm
Never realized the wind gave me a gift, polished my skin. Lovely!
Blessings ~ Maxi
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09/01/2013 at 8:05 pm
You’re welcome, Maxi. Just remember a little goes a long way, lol! God bless you. 😀
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10/01/2013 at 12:15 am
When beach is empty and just sound of gulls and lap of waves – polishes my soul too
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10/01/2013 at 6:35 am
I agree, Carl. I think that’s why that is to me the best place in the world. 🙂
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10/01/2013 at 4:39 am
I want to go swimming now!
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10/01/2013 at 6:36 am
Me too, Otin, me too!
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10/01/2013 at 7:56 am
You presented a lovely picture Denise.
My mind goes back to the university days when I idly spent some evenings on the beach hanging my legs to the lapping waves on a rock, watching people play in sand with children forgetting their age, till the lighthouse made circles above my head to indicate it is time for dinner at the hostel.
Once you miss your sea, perhaps, you miss it forever.
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10/01/2013 at 8:09 am
I think I will always miss it, SuNaMu. Thank you for sharing your lovely memory with me. I can see the picture clearly… 🙂
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10/01/2013 at 8:23 am
Now that IS a day at the beach, I could almost smell the salt air. Nice..
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10/01/2013 at 9:26 am
Thank you, Jake. 🙂
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11/01/2013 at 7:10 am
My pleasure indeed Denise.. You had me reaching for the sun-block in January (Western Hemisphere).
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10/01/2013 at 9:21 pm
What a caressing thought for someone in England’s winter, Denise
John
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10/01/2013 at 9:59 pm
I hope it warms you to read it, John. Please give June my best wishes. ♥
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