Today was a blue sky, sunshine blinding day. We've had a couple now and I must say they never get old. As I perused an old notebook this evening, I read some poems. It always surprises me to read a poem I wrote a year or two ago and suddenly I remember where I was. One of the poems I read tonight was from a trip this past summer. I decided to read, rewrite, and revise a bit of this one. It makes me excited to imagine trips for the summer in the woods, on the beach, in my beautiful state.
How could I use
even my best words on this place?
I would waste them,
as they could never
measure these feelings.
Beauty? No.
Amazement? No.
The blues, too blue to conceive a name.
The greens, too emerald to compare.
The caps, too ivory to explain
and the rock dotted sand
corse on my heals I won't dare
describe the discomfort.
But it melts in the yellow and
rides with the ripples
carrying glimmers of everlasting light
and my gratitude on the waves.
That first line! It is such a line of truth. Beautiful
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