my senses
- By lydia bagnall
- Published 10/28/2007
- Poetry
- Unrated
lydia bagnall
I have been writing since I was about eleven, when I realised that I had a talent for it. I was getting above the usual grades for my tests in English...
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the gentle light as a feather wind
took me to the long beach
its long arms wrapped around me
giving me a sense of security
the beautiful blond virgin sand
forbade me to sit there
but at the same time goading me to forbid
the sand on my feet givin a warm homely sense
the smell stroked my nose
grasping my
face to gently bring me forward
the salts in the beautiful clear air
sending my senses crazy with delight
the sea ebbing in out out
grasping my body as it did so
to bring me to the depths
to feel the cool freshness to calm my senses
and there my senses stayed
in the middle of the ocean
..now you can see
why everyone thinks i've lost my marbles
took me to the long beach
its long arms wrapped around me
giving me a sense of security
the beautiful blond virgin sand
forbade me to sit there
but at the same time goading me to forbid
the sand on my feet givin a warm homely sense
the smell stroked my nose
grasping my
the salts in the beautiful clear air
sending my senses crazy with delight
the sea ebbing in out out
grasping my body as it did so
to bring me to the depths
to feel the cool freshness to calm my senses
and there my senses stayed
in the middle of the ocean
..now you can see
why everyone thinks i've lost my marbles