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| IRIDESCENT MELODY She was a pink shell cupped to his ear whispering soft pearls of iridescent melodies bathing the silver haired man in the warmth of memories she was there humming gently as he walked the lonely beach a smile upon a weathered face at last peace, at last a driftwood fire sparkled and showered the night like the fourth of July they met he sat and listened to the voice of a wild rose once again he kissed the bloom of her skin caressed the bareness of her shoulder held her tightly to him, and then whispered goodnight the lighthouse beacon jump roped through the air then disappeared early rising dawn put up her glowing tresses darkness lifted from a figure resting beside the embers of a fire a smile upon a weathered face a shell against his ear at peace, at peace at last by Sheryl McCurdy This poem was printed in SpinningS...intense tales of life in the April-June 2002 issue. This is a quarterly magazine and may be purchased online. Please contact the Editor online or phone toll free 866-323-4166 for more information Skyline Publications P.O. Box 295 Stormiville, NY 12582 Publisher/Editor: Victoria Valentine www.skylinepublications.com |
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| Click below to see another one of my poems featured in the April Skyline issue |
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