Tag: rhythm

Poem About A Writer

I have a friend who is a gifted & imaginative writer. She also is often a source of inspiration for me to write poetry, including the following…

She Writes From The Heart

Putting pen to paper she writes
Words flow from her creative mind
Imagination without limitation
Always, one of a kind.

From deep in her heart, filled with love
Her life experiences teach
With wisdom and inspiration
She shares advice but doesn’t preach.

A humble woman with courage
She’ll tell you to believe
She knows the best is yet to come
Her goals set to achieve.

I’m so grateful to call her friend
Yet sometimes my heart skips a beat
Her eyes and face, so beautiful
And precious soul, so sweet.

© 2021 Phil Perkins

Poem of Togetherness

Her Hand In Mine

If I reached out and took your hand,
Would you take it back or squeeze?

Would you tell me where I could go,
Or move closer, as you please?

If the former,
Then please explain –
My heart is in your hand.

If the latter,
No need to talk –
Your wish is my command.

I want to make things right with you,
And drift into the night.
For both to share our love as one,
Until the morning light.

© 2021 Phil Perkins

Photo Credit: this is a modified photo from unsplash.com.

Short Story: She’s A Dream

Based on a recent comment I made on the web site of a friend, I wrote this short story this morning. Entitled, She’s A Dream, I hope that you’ll enjoy reading it.

I rested on a tropical sandy cay, comfortable in a low seat with my bare feet in warm, shallow water. Small waves carried the tranquil and continuous rhythm of ocean currents on shore, breaking into sand and drowning in retreat.

With a cooling but mild summer breeze rustling palm fronds through the trees on shore behind me, I dreamed I heard a British woman from the past – Clementine – sounding a conch shell from a hillside in the distance.

I was at peace as the sun grew old, slowly dropping from the sky, setting colors of gold, orange and peach in brilliant illumination across scattered clouds on the horizon. Then, on the edge of time, sunlight refracted through a level plane in the ocean, casting a bright, blinding green flash!

Moments passed into minutes, until my sight returned. And, then I saw her – the silhouette of a beautiful woman slowly walking along the shoreline in my direction. Long, flowing hair wafting on thermals, hips swaying slightly with each casual step, I could tell that she wasn’t very tall, and watched closely as she approached.

She was barefoot with a lovely figure, suntanned, wearing a bikini top and fishnet skirt, and also wore a small diamond piercing on her nose. Immediately, I was drawn to the most beautiful pair of brown eyes I’d ever seen…she was a goddess!

I was captured by a vision of her beauty, when suddenly she spoke –

Hello my dear friend, Phil. How are you today?

What?! I’d never seen this woman before – though very much wish that I had. Who was she? I was on a remote tropical island in the Caribbean… At that moment, a small coconut detached from a palm tree, dropping on my head and knocking me to the ground.

When later I regained my senses, I was alone and realized that she was only a dream.

© 2021 Phil Perkins

Modified header photo from unsplash.com.

Footprints In The Sand

Water rises and drains back again into the ocean during low tide, as footprints along the beach of Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, fade into reflection. Visit the following galleries for prints and more –

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