The Gift of Skins
The Gift of Skins Starlight’s sheen, the seagull’s sound pulls us from sleep at turn of tide, sets us down by the ocean’s side at Coogee beach on moon-white sand. Leap and plunge through the spume’s...
View ArticleRe: The Gift of Skins
Liz, ntriguing title, intriguing write. What is it about these creatures that create such a stir in us? You have written of it beautifully. Dee
View ArticleRe: The Gift of Skins
Liz love your poem what a treat to read this morning I would love to swim wiht them deb
View ArticleRe: The Gift of Skins
Hi Liz Gorgeous lyrics and imagery in this fine piece!! To swim with the porpoise and as one mentally, spirtually. What a journey, the speaker takes and what a fine dive into sea-spun splendor the...
View ArticleRe: The Gift of Skins
Yes, Jean, it would be lovely to swim with them. Thanks for reading.
View ArticleRe: The Gift of Skins
Thanks, Dee. At one time of my life I had the opportunity to spend time each day, watching these creatures frolic in the waves.
View ArticleRe: The Gift of Skins
Thank you for your lovely comments, Wendy. I too have a kinship with porpoises. I once lived near the ocean for many years and was privileged to be able to spend many hours watching them dive in and...
View ArticleRe: The Gift of Skins
Liz, I just took another ride on this gorgeous poem. When I read a poem as magical and beautiful as this, I feel like some spirit, able to ride upon the dolphin's back, watching with glee the...
View ArticleRe: The Gift of Skins
Thanks for your lovely comments and for taking another look at this one, Rich. Your perspective is almost exactly the way I envisage it to be.
View Article
