
They were children playing
grown-up that last
summer of innocence
The sun was their constant companion
sand the bed they slept upon
waves lured them into
the embrace of the sea
laughter was the music of
wind chimes floating
across the beach
blue sky was a canopy
hanging over their
perfect idyll
And when the seasons changed
so would their lives but
they couldn’t see it coming
I appreciate the enjambment and the rhythm repeating the waves movement. Great word choice too. Nice moment captured.
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Yep yep yep, I couldn’t see it comin’ either…. great poem, as always.
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thanks a bunch!
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Welcome.
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Such celebration of the moment …
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Making the most while the season is joyous!
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Oh yes!
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“last summer of their innocence . . . they couldn’t see it coming” Wonderful framing.
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Love that last line. Stellar. Too true, too 😉
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Thanks!
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I think we all remember that summer…
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