It's a very cold Wintery day and I'm dreaming of Summer


A Dreamy Sculpture by the Sea

Silky sand slips silently beneath me as I lay baked wholesome in the sun

Gristling flaky skin cells while I feel the trickling tentacles of water come

Gently caressing me, cradling me, shifting gritty granules between my toes

Symbiotic to my dwellings, simply soaking up the rays and ocean flows

Sea foam bubbles, crackles, explodes in a melting milk against my mould

Impressed in sand, no clay to hand, a story outlined, as my physique is told

Slivering through silvery sand castles, I retrace the space of windswept mounds

By earth and sea, gratutiously, I leave my temporary mark on shifting ground

Imagine me, an indication, a revelation, not all creation is stark and "alive"

Ebb and flow, as all life goes, this water runs in and out with the drifting tide

A living sculpture, a return to culture, where nature is the ultimate art

A dreamy day for creation bequeathed by clay, to encapture the physics of the start....


Copyright 2007 Beaujolais

(hmm, that poem is about a whole lot of nothing, and reflects the lazy mood I'm in, just want to paint my toenails and keep warm near the heater and not have to think about anything intelligent! ;) )  

Very nice!  What an eloquent way to say "hey, i'm a-chillin' and I'm cool!