Poetry 'n Prose


And one blustery day
I walked along the deserted beach piled high
with big rounded peddles
divided by frequent breakwaters
and feeling that flattened stone in my hand,

I said my prayer for you,
a prayer for your life,
and the celestial arms that keeps you warm at night
And the words Om shanti shanti shanti…. lifted me
as I skimmed across the water

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

4 replies on “Skimmer”

The sea is a very inspiring muse :-) The river and waves are my re-occuring theme, I think when it comes down to it. Maybe because I ‘m born and raised on rivers.

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