at the beach

water rests placid
on a rippled bed of sand.
gentle silver
strokes soft gold troughs.


waves reach up 
to tango with the breeze.
tickled seaweed, 
flail in delight.


children giggle and somersault 
from a stunted palm,
heady from the scent of salt 
and the whispering surf.


bare feet of friends in gay pursuit
the innocent jostling 
now sparks and crackles  
old friends; lovers soon...


© 2010 Padmavani Karkera

Comments

  1. Aw, what a sweet poem, Padmavani. I really like the images you're playing around with. The opening is just lovely, especially: "gentle silver/ strokes soft gold troughs. Beautiful!

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  2. Friends to lovers...that works! The reverse, not so much.

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