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Winter Beach

by Nancy Pawley
copyright 04-01-2003


Age Rating: 10 +
Winter Beach


Cape Jasmine chants her lonesome beauty, salt-encrusted rockhard movements
As pounding waves sculpt lacy foam into thinly twisted filigree

Weekday winter beach deserted, no jesting summer carnival crowds
Calvados in my silver flask, sweet apple brandy keeps cold spirits warm

I sit astride a prancing pony, but the carousel is standing still
Merry mid-life crisis going round in circles, getting nowhere fast

Hall of mirrors shows distorted face, a body of malignancy
Reflected image can't portray just who I am, hidden deep inside

Curio shop no longer curious, grey weathered boards united in a solid front
Is this what my life has come to..tired, old, and best forgotten

It's better not to pose unanswerable questions, this heart's impulse is to live
Not in con dolare sadness, but with vigor to the max, happiness con brio






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        04-14-2013     Wayne Thomas        

Digging for gold. That's why I was browsing in the oldies section and sure enough, as usual, I found one worth keeping! This is such a perfect piece, one I can relate to fully, growing day by day older myself. Wonderful.
Wayne

        03-02-2009     Frank Fields        

Oh! ~o~ Sometimes that is all that can be said. When a writer captures an image, fills it with memories and meaning, and carries the reader into that special world of soul, all that can be said is, Oh! Very special this, and very haunting of that which might be real, that which was real, and that which we wanted to become real.

Thank you so much!

Frank :)

        03-02-2009     Martha Rosanbalm        

Your poem is simple beautiful. I especially like:
Reflected image can't portray just who I am, hidden deep inside
The poem itself is so very descriptive. God Bless

        03-01-2009     Richard Reed Jr        

Reading your beautiful images is like walking through an art gallery
containing fine paintings.
You are the Picasso of poetry.
I always like reading your works.
Keep up thegood work.

        04-02-2003     Debra Rose        

I love your poetry, and this one is definitly beautiful. I especially like this line:

"I sit astride a prancing pony, but the carousel is standing still
Merry mid-life crisis going round in circles, getting nowhere fast"

        04-01-2003     Janet Owenby        

Awesome Nancy know I want vacation getaway.

        04-01-2003     Pepper Basham        

This is a wonderful read with flow and beauty. Thanks Nancy! Life is worth the living with vigor.



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