Sand, sea and resentment. Resentment?
Or recognition?
Of a tide -
Now longer ebbing in its fleeing flow.
While in self exile here ashore,
Divine winds -
Play with the wild blue twins
Of surging sea and soaring sky.
The old Guinness surfer now,
Para-surfs -
Between these wrestling elements
To a backing track of Old Spice waves.
But here you are still sitting,
Brushing grains -
From your jeans and spitting grit and salt,
From silently cursing lips.
The receding surf mutters,
Over -
Half erased lines in the sand. A fancied childlike flourish?
Or just some childish scrawl?
Fergus Carty
Daily Quote: "When we are conscious of our personal uniqueness and our universal nature we express ourselves creatively. In this way we fulfill our dreams and our life purpose."
-- Andrew Schneider
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: mirada, noun / look
La mirada is the noun from mirar, and means a look.
- una mirada triste
a sad look
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