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Glad To Be A Man
by Tony Whitaker
Walking the beach bright
sun in her hair
side-by-side we stare
at the shifting sand
through tanned toes
ebb tide wets
feet with every flow
The perfect shell can't be seen
though with each step we take
we add a link
to a chain of commitment
to never break
To feel the breeze
the squeeze of her hand
I look up
to see that smile
sinking me into a reality
of who and where
I am in life
glad to be a man
04/15/2007
Posted on 04/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 04/15/07 at 05:51 PM a joyful moment to cherish indeed. I like the sounds echoed here, breeze and squeeze, etc. and the emotions. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/16/07 at 12:32 AM I enjoy the inner rhymings, the tanned toes and feet in intimate contact with the beach. The elusive perfect shell - nicely set into this stanza where each step adds commitment - a more real relationship built slowly. The ending thankfulness for being a man - a simple thing, but somehow very eloquent here. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/17/07 at 06:55 AM Reading through this one, I could feel a sense of contentment and pure love... I celebrate this wonder you and yours share... one day, maybe I too, will know such wonder..*sigh* |
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