Seaweed breezes
lose themselves
in her long hair.
She dances over sharp rocks
to the beach,
twirls and spins
in pirouettes,
her long skirt swirling circles
in the sand.
.
© 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
July 16, 2012 by Betty Hayes Albright
Seaweed breezes
lose themselves
in her long hair.
She dances over sharp rocks
to the beach,
twirls and spins
in pirouettes,
her long skirt swirling circles
in the sand.
.
© 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
What a lovely image you’ve protrayed here.
Thanks, Charlie.
How my great-grandmother must have looked at the seashore!
Granbee, your great-grandmother must’ve been my kind of people. (I’m a long-skirt person myself – even at the beach sometimes.) Thank you for being here!
What a lovely poem – I love the image of “seaweed breezes” – I can almost feel the ocean air
Thank you, Words from the Moon – (ocean air is the best air!)
I would love to photograph that moment. Beautiful!
Thanks, VW!
What a wonderful seashore dance picture! I could so easily see you, Betty.
Thank you, Caddo – (Ah, to REALLY dance in the sand once again!)
such a beautiful dance, Love to you Betty, Linda
Thank you, Linda!
What a beautiful picture you paint, Betty, so graceful and peaceful, and I also love “seaweed breezes…”
Thank you, Lauren – glad you liked the dance.
Really beautiful, eternal images here, Betty.
David, thank you!
Beautiful Poem. So beautifully written.
Thank you, Arindam!
Speaks of sweet freedom.
Yes – a longing to be carefree!
I love these image poems, Betty. They twirl onto the page, awaken the sea breezes, and send the day swirling in a dance of sand, waves breaking on the shore, and summer sky.
Thank you, Thomas!
Now if only I had a skirt I could swirl
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LOL!
What a liberating vision, Betty! Made me think of the Sufi Whirling Dervishes (I wrote this after I saw Martin Shone’s comment above)