The girl in blue upon the sand
intrigues me like this southern land.
She always smiles as if to say
that I could speak but words betray.
She watches casually her child
and notices my sometimes smile,
then turns to check and be assured
to find her view is not obscured
but playing idly on the sand,
a tiny shell held tight in hand.
I watched her from the farther side
struck dumb before the southern tide
and might have spoke only to say
that she was beautiful today.
But to the sea, beneath the foam,
I nourished other thoughts of home,
a longing to be small and free;
the tide lets go and leaves me be.
Wow...wonderful to have a read of 1975 poem that is written long back. Longing to be small and free expresses wise humor and this is entirely fantastic sharing really.10
Glad you liked it. I have been writing poetry for about 50 years. This is one of my favorites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem! ! She always smiles as if to say that I could speak But words betray Ah! ! A longing to be small and Free the tide lets go and let's me be So appreciative for this poem It's the space between the words that says it all
Thank you again. Glad you liked it.