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Edisto
by James ZealyWhere Pelicans glide in disciplined flight
Sands below their searching eyes
Sprinkled with multi colored shells sight
Walking toes curled in wavelets tied
To undertow currents that erode
Paths my feet have strode
Waves buffet breakwater stones
Splashing emerald spray pheromones
Walking in thought consumed
By conflicting emotions in tune
With eratic ocean scenes
Teased by waters blue green
Tides of eden are reborn
Renewing innocence shorn
08/08/2011
Posted on 08/08/2011
Copyright © 2026 James Zealy
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/08/11 at 02:45 PM Rich, fantastic attention to language. This has such a great energy in it. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/08/11 at 03:35 PM "Splashing emerald spray pheromones" - now I know why I love the sea - I never had a chance. I like it all, especially "the tides of eden". Thank you. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/08/11 at 05:53 PM I love this, Kee...and you know how much I love the ocean....nice penning |
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