a ripe peach you’re thinking about
transformation, what you do
imagine water, flat and, mirror like
imagine your breath, reaching into wind
imagine a peach, ripe, ripples kissing your toes
no matter what words, imagine an ocean
imagining you
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“imagine an ocean, imagining you”. That one will stick with me. Thank you for these beautiful words, Neil.
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Thank you Heather
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I remember the perfect peach that ever ‘kissed my toes.’ Do you? PG comes to mind.
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Every day, every day. I do.
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I love the personification of ocean here. I’ve never thought of her pondering me right back. I’ll see her in July, and now I certainly will. Thank you.
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I like doing that. One of my “rules” actually. Because – more active/interesting poetically – and for all I know, maybe it is true. Try it. See how it feels (take out “the” ocean, “a” sky, instead just say ocean, say sky). You decide.
And, being nosy, what ocean part. I’m Seattle now but most of my life was SF to San Luis Obispo, so I know those parts.
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Oh, I love this so much. “imagine an ocean
imagining you”—wow. That’s a provocative and makes me want to write that as a short story. What would the ocean think of me? She’s seem me weep along her shore more often then smile, must she think I’m broken? Does she really know how I release those tears near her because she has the power to heal those broken parts? What does she imagine about me?
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Thank you Bridgette. What might ocean say to you? Yep, good idea for a poem or such. Both “real and imagined”, you recall?
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