A tide of African air floods through,
Sweeps the Med in rhythms of blue heat.
Bare feet test troubled waters.
Remnants of an afternoon invasion,
Ruined sand castles occupy the beach.
The sea reaches for the sun
A gentle haze rises on tiptoes,
Dusty fingers itching and reaching
Until the day slips away behind the Maures.
In darkness her waters are flat, smooth, brooding
Barely moving in silent glides.
Harbor lights point to now and never,
Reflecting, as stars twinkle forever.
Morning comes without warmth or colors
Wrapped in a dirty flannel sky.
Reach no more whispers sea grass
On thick brownish slippers.
The Med slowly washes the jetties
One more pebble, one more sigh.
From Africa flows a breeze.
without colors
unbuttoned or undone 
Tu la connais bien, Em, et tu la decris mieux.
Elle et toi, vous etes merveilleuses ensemble.
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Tu me fais là un très, très grand compliment.
Te voilà émerveillé ? Oh la la ! La Med danse et je que je suis contente !
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Timely. It’s a red tide this season.
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I am sorry to read that. Red tides are very alarming and scary.
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Not here, there, in the Med.
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What??! Haven’t heard a word! where did you read/hear about this?
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I think we’re talking about two different things. This poem was about the N. African immigrants, wasn’t it? That is the red tide, they’re dying.
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Ah! OK. I thought red tide algae…
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Oh, ghastly! No, no, nothing so horrendous… Just dead humans, organic flotsam jetsam 🙂
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Em, this is captivating with the imagery that plays in my mind. The undercurrent of emotion and time plays in “Harbor lights point to now and never, Reflecting, as stars twinkle forever.” And here; “Dusty fingers itching and reaching…Reach no more whispers sea grass On thick brownish slippers.” The layers of meaning wrapped in a beauty of nature and the spirit of being are like layers of paint on the artist’s canvas, each color dependent on the next to build the rich hues of the artist’s scene. My goodness! My mind has completely run away with this. Of course, the wee dragon likes nothing more than a runaway daydream. 🙂
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A runaway daydream is totally delightful.
Thank you for your very thoughtful comment, it really touches me.
Even if Willy told you what to say to get on emmy’s good side.
Big grin here.
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LOL! Yes, Willy is often a big enfluence. I can’t resist the musings of a silly wee dragon. 🙂
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You suck, dude. You nail it like every time lol. The playful rhyme is nice, and compliments the elevated mood. Spring and sun bringing better reflections? And hey, when’s there gonna be a book of these I can buy, so I can say, “Hey, I know this chick?” 😉
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Yes! A little sunshine goes a long way!
There is a direct causal thing between elevating temperatures and mood, I suspect.
I’ll reflect on that some more later.
Dude! When (if) I publish I’ll give the book away to my seven steadfast samurais fans with or without an autograph, as prefered.
Send me an address 😉
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Hi Emm, you’ve been absent for a bit and missed. Glad to see you’re enjoying the Med and gifting us with your vision of life and the water. 🙂
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I’ve missed you too P! You’ve gone hiding yourself for a while! I’m glad you enjoyed that piece. Yes, the Med is talkative these days and I mutter along 🙂
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Nice one Emm…you have an amazing gift and thankyou for sharing …all the best
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