Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 33,897 Points (1958 - / Tampa Florida, now living in Clearwater Florida)

Coquinas - Poem by Is It Poetry

My feet,
I hang below.
My head above the rocks.
Drifting by,
the bluest sky,
I never kissed.
No wake,
from here to there.

Hearing thunder
sitting still.
Conquinas,
move the sand
between your toes.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011


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