Tryst On The Golf Course Poem by Lillian Susan Thomas
Tryst On The Golf Course
Crickets and sprinklers
fill the dark with chirping;
white arcs of spray
are thrown around us,
drumming the soaked earth,
loud as surf from a quiet sea.
and we, chasing moonlight,
dance under these arms of waves,
escape a drenching,
but catch the fine mist in our hair.
Scent of cut grass exhales
from the still-warm
ground in a long sigh
with the rising dew,
just as your breath near my ear
speaks of a long, hot yearning.
There is a stirring within us:
we are no longer dancing in each others' arms
but dancing in each other,
resting on the bench at the 8th hole.
The texture and pacing of your poem was beautiful...thank you.
Your charming pen not only wrote a delightful poem, Lillian, but in the process captured a romance from my own past as well! In the days when I played a lot of golf, I often played with a woman who was always in contention for the ladie's club championship. As such things go, we got friendlier and friendler. She lived in a home on the course and in the evenings would tell her husband she was going to walk the course for exercise. We would meet on the green of the 6th hole, which was across the road which had plenty of trees for protection. Your beautifully written poem reminded me of those days and was a great treat to read besides! Carl.
A lovely sweet tale of a lovers tryst. Lovely imagery, lovely write..10
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I would like to translate this poem
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Dreams are made of this! Excellent composition! Please read 'Stolen Moments.'