waves beckon
an altar call
but wordless
come
we are water
and resonate with blood and tears
we will bear yours too,
and you, who are mostly water,
can dissolve into shifting sameness
and surface tension,
a layer of gray beneath
blue and silver dancing
under strata of wind and sky
and grinding small stones to sand
all together moving
in one motion.
***this is where we went for our Sunday relaxation–the other choice was the rose garden for a hike at Delaware Park–a city park far too civilized for something as elemental as hiking–all I can say to that, after the gorgeous afternoon at the beach, is SCREW the rose garden, I needed some beach!
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Relaxing !!!
It was great 🙂
I do so miss the beach…need to visit more often!
roses grow anywhere…beaches do not! i’m with you…and wish i was! awesome!
It…was…heaven! Well, this water-driven poet’s version of heaven anyway 🙂
🙂 gorgeous Sunday Susan!:)
-Jennifer
Thanks, Jennifer!
Nicely written
thanks so much!
Nice…. did you write at the beach?
Yes, I did–on my kindle, because, alas, my pen would not work! Thanks, Nelle!
Scenic beauty !!!
😉
I saw the last picture and honestly said ‘o’ buoy’ 🙂 A good write though
LOL! I KNOW, I wanted the pic without the buoy, but it wasn’t as nice otherwise… Love your puns–I will take more pics like that if you will only just keep them coming 🙂
I will do ones best, time permitting
😉 actually, if I want your best puns, I should wait for them to sneak up on me in your poetry!