Wading out into the cold water at the beach in Ogunquit, whether naked or in swim trunks, requires a desire for immersion stronger than the knowledge of that initial shivering, sometimes teeth-chattering cold. It's worth it. Also: Be extra careful going into the water at night.
To be grateful to be touched without being scarred seems a low bar, but these are hard times.
These are two lovely poems about the waves! I love the simplicity and minimalism of "Wind and Waves," and "The Gulf of Maine" contains some really beautiful imagery.
Lovely.
Wading out into the cold water at the beach in Ogunquit, whether naked or in swim trunks, requires a desire for immersion stronger than the knowledge of that initial shivering, sometimes teeth-chattering cold. It's worth it. Also: Be extra careful going into the water at night.
To be grateful to be touched without being scarred seems a low bar, but these are hard times.
Thank you for both of these poems.
Enjoyed reading your poem. Works well with the Monet.
These are two lovely poems about the waves! I love the simplicity and minimalism of "Wind and Waves," and "The Gulf of Maine" contains some really beautiful imagery.