The dream girl is the princess of the beach!
Great imagery and comparison!
The beautiful princess with ruby hair, onyx eyes, her breath kissing the dreamy waves
comes alive in this beautiful poem.
Congratulations Ayni! :)
Waves are the dance of life, sleeping and dreaming in water, air or any other medium. Being touched when they awake, sometimes as music and song, sometimes as light and lightning, sometimes as colors and fragrance and in so many other dances of life. And when these waves return the touch, fine arts start dancing. if it is Ayni Poet, it's a dance of poetry. Yes, this wonderful poem is a dance of words and lines that can make the reader dancing by a touch of beauty. Wish one could see my smile, yes while my fingers are dancing on the key board my lips are also dancing.
Lovely piece of poetry where the poet has created an amazing specimen of personification. Thanks.
The princess of the beach is waking up,
Her onyx eyes are softly embracing the sea,
Her breath kisses the dreamy waves.
I have real trouble with the opening stanza and thus finding my way into this poem. The second stanza is the most generous and realized of the three that make up the poem. For me this is where the picture starts coming into focus. There's a grounding, a way to find the subject and its relationship to the world and the reader. I would have liked to seen the poem start here, with the princess of the title immediately realizable and bringing the reader into the landscape of the poem with her. The third stanza wanders further into fantasy while still be for the most concrete. The suggestiveness, the emotive leg of the poem grows and leads the reader on. But I don't feel a conclusion. At least not in relation to that troublesome opening. In fact, I'd like to see the opening stanza moved to be the concluding stanza. It is the most suggestive and emotive and would carry the poem in a more linear fashion from something comprehensible to something more ominous and abstractly threatening. I suspect the poet has other motives for the poem that I don't fully grasp. I only know what seems a more aesthetically realized trajectory for myself. Anyone feel it similarly to me?