Fine, warm sand under the skin;
breeze playing with the long hair;
seagull`s yells and distant babel;
she feels invisible - stretched
on the overcrowded beach;
innocent, bare-back Eve
from the holy Bible.
Oh yes.. baskingly beautiful... there must be an apple placed somewhere..
Eve on the primordial beach. This author often feels estranged in crowded places. However here there's the sea element with all its appendages.
Sand under the skin in an atmosphere of Bibilical disonnance sets a classical scene - yet you rescue yourself with innocent(?) and timeless ingenuity! Rgds, Ivan
onelia- it has been forever! It's great to see your still writing excellent poetry here...i like the way you make your point in only a few lines..i can imagine a beautiful eastern european woman lying on the beach, feeling free, and loving life...haha am i right?
Fine, warm sand under the skin; breeze playing with the long hair; seagull`s yells and distant babel; she feels invisible - stretched on the overcrowded beach; innocent, bare-back Eve from the holy Bible. a great theme inter related to spritual saisfaction and symbolic way way of writing..like this type of poetry..your doing well and most of your poems are well written., .appreciate you
Surely a self-portrait, Onelia - you've captured the primitive feeling of joy, freedom and abandon to sensuality and the warm sun that one feels on a beach holiday... and I expect Adam was glad you were there too!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wordpainting that has an emotional weight to it as the surroundings and the feelings of isolation in a crowded space are cleverly conveyed. There is a sense that the narrator is lost in a moment - alone in her own Eden perhaps unaware of everything else around her...justine.