Unfeeling Amidst Beauty Poem by CAROL HUGHES
Unfeeling Amidst Beauty
Arayette sat
on the driftwood
her feet hanging limply
as the water eased
quietly toward shore
kissing her ankles
before rejoining
the restless ocean
The night was still
pulsating with the energy
left behind by the crowd of
surfers who had wandered
away an hour before
Every now and then
a soft breeze lifted
a wisp of Arayette's hair
and played it across
her moist lips
causing her mouth
to unknowingly smile
She automatically
raised her hand and
removed the mischievous
threads of hair
letting her mouth
return to its
original look of
hopelessness
Her shoulders bare
but for the thin straps
of the hot pink bikini
suddenly sagged and
if not for a slight
movement whenever she
remembered to breathe
life amidst the beauty
was not hers to claim
You know something, I only read and comment poems upon recommendation from my good friend, Sulaiman.Yes Carol, he's right.You got the touch! Absolutely fascinating.Keep on writing Arayette! Ameer Mcarthur, Somware, UK.
Fine wording that have disclosed your amazing power of expression! A REMARKABLE PIECE INDEED! 10++++
Hi Carol, great piece from you.Nice flowing of words......like a river that never ends. Merry Christmas and a happy new year to you.I'm a friend of Brett.hehehehe.....see ya. Dean Nordy, US of A.
Your imagery and lines structure were splendid.Arayette is like the leading star here.Hi Carol, no wonder Brett liked you so so much lol! ! Nice to know you Carol.keep up the good work! Matt Shami
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I would like to translate this poem
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Arayette, the mysterious woman, the subject of you? if not for a slight movement whenever she remembered to breathe life amidst the beauty was not hers to claim Shes still disturbed by some kind of setback or trauma or somethin? Well I don't know but the way you've inscribed those words, making us breathless with the vivid imagery of a lone woman, the shores the still night and the brazen breeze, ahh.........fantastic painting! ! Well done Carol dear.You're very talented indeed. Brett.