Freckled arms
long and lean
soft and supple
Wiping crumbs from messy tables,
smoothing wrinkles from sloppy beds
gathering dust from shadowy corners.
Busy, busy, never still.
Freckled arms
beseechingly buoyant,
drifting, drifting
on soothing water-
Finally calm, finally still.
Pale, cool arms and a peaceful ride,
Calm and still on a bittersweet tide.
'beseechingly buoyant...' beautiful! That second stanza takes an already well-seen & well-described poem into the next division up: you craft your work well, Callie, and give the rest of us a standard to aim for. Thank you.
simply soothing... well stated, accessible, and inserts you into the scene. thanks for the great read!
WOW...This poem is absolutely amazing. I LOVE it... good job Callista =)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In a life of quick showers your poem reminds me of what I'm missing thanks for a relaxing read...