The Med Laughs

2013-02-16 17.42.47

Walking the promenade I skirt
An all pink and blue Med
Blowing shallow curls on the beach.
She is serene in fading light
Somewhat detached from my world.
White boats at anchor
Barely move with her ripples.

But then she slaps a short wave
On shore and chuckles,
Swishes a little laughter
In a dimple of sand
Because I feel like an Amazon
Since it seems I tower
And my stride is so sure.

I feel tall and beautiful
In my strappy heels and green dress.
I wanted him to see me
And wonder where I was going
In that party mood…

But I don’t think he did.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
This entry was posted in Life, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

12 Responses to The Med Laughs

  1. Celadon!
    Tu rigoles maintenant!
    Et tu es sure qu’il t’a pas vu dans son coeur?

    Like

  2. mrmodigliani says:

    ps I agree with Katalina4. Let’s see the dress

    Like

  3. mrmodigliani says:

    Beautiful

    Like

  4. john zande says:

    He did… he’s just coy πŸ˜‰

    Like

  5. Katalina4 says:

    Chuckles and dimples – I love how she is personified.
    And am now dying to see the strappy heels and the green of the dress….

    Like

Say something, please.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s