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Triptych
by David NeubauerIt was a warm rain, the kind
that soaks through to the skin,
makes your clothes sticky,
while you drink the air, sweet
as any blackberry wine.
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The beach was majestic that day,
the bleached cliffs lit by the bonfire,
oranges crowning muted night air,
the smell of the salt water rising up,
...entwined with the smoke,
.......somewhere close to paradise.
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A fluid moment, lost in the
space between, the moment of
relaxing. Suspended
in a swimming pool, staring up
at the neon halo of the sun
shining through closed eyes. 08/22/2003 Posted on 08/23/2003
Copyright © 2025 David Neubauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/23/03 at 03:25 AM Mmmm, lots of pieces today about rain and water.
This is a nice walk on the beach. Thank you for my sunset lullaby. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/23/03 at 06:21 PM Fluid excellence. Excellent imagery that floats and bobs its way into the reader's mind. Great read. |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 08/23/03 at 09:53 PM Wow, this is incredible! Closing my eyes, I can almost feel the warmth of the fire and the smell of the sea. Wonderful imagery and flow. :) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/08/03 at 12:39 AM Not sure I understand the title, but excellent descriptiveness throughout the body of the poem. Worthy choice for POTD! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/08/03 at 01:53 AM Congratulations on POTD! A last hurrah for summer! The joy of just relaxing, getting away from it all. |
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