Softest Hands.
Pebble smooth and cool as summer silk
Were sunlit days I spent with you.
Laughter mad, we ran to beat each tide.
Life's ride was good and we approved.
But fingertips curled round stone sought more.
Cradled tight, you felt need to move.
Solid rock imprints the softest hands.
Hardened change ages, even youth.
Weight became too much and pebbles fell.
But loads now etch much deeper groove.
Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
Read it twice...Nice~! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Read it twice...Nice~! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Lillian Susan Thomas
beautifully written, every word in place. A solid accomplishment, so deeply felt yet so delicately told.
beautifully written, every word in place. A solid accomplishment, so deeply felt yet so delicately told.
Alison Cassidy
Nature and nurture hold hands in this reflective poem about youth and age and the inevitability of change. And although there is often disappointment on love's journey it can also be a time of great personal growth. The couplet form gives grace and structure to the poem. A rock solid write. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Nature and nurture hold hands in this reflective poem about youth and age and the inevitability of change. And although there is often disappointment on love's journey it can also be a time of great personal growth. The couplet form gives grace and structure to the poem. A rock solid write. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
very poetic well done