Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Every Which Way.

What day is this, that gives itself wholly
into my hand ?
A shimmering gem of a day, sequin-studded
and hazy.

Speeding me into uncensored glimpses
of silvery
Whispers from lazy murmur of sunbathing
blue-plated sea,
Which lies in cushioned gentility under
a bluebell-sky.

How could I be sad today as enchantment
surrounds my
Chance to absorb every which way
this mystical offering
Of milky-soft sounds, rising from under
the deep, proffered
As mixture of liquidy calm , hand-in-glove
with boundary
Of speckle-stone sunlit coast, both of which
aim to astound
Every which way, and compete to be the
best sight around.

There surely could be no place finer to see
this day, for me.


  1. Such beautiful fragments, Fay. I love the line: "Of speckle-stone sunlit coast..." Every word astounds.

  2. So pleased to hear you are a romantic...welocme to Poets United...bkm

  3. No one could be sad today reading your poem!

  4. Oozes these kind of days.
    I am in your Poets United group.

    "Chance to absorb every which way
    this mystical offering".....:)

  5. Darling, thank you for such kind words.
    You are lovely, and this blog is lovely.

  6. Awards for you, thanks for the support!

    Share a free verse today,

    Bless your talent.


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