By The Waters Edge

I feel the little ripples as they wash between my toes
They rush up to greet me, then out again they go
Teasing with their cool caress before they run away
Toying with my senses, inviting me to stay 

I watch its subtle movement, enamored by the dance
Embraced by gentle breezes, its motion is enhanced
The peace and the tranquility thrill me to my core
I feel much closer to my world as I sit on the shore 

The ebb and flow of water makes my troubles float away
I bask in the solitude, divested of dismay
The therapeutic waters tend my pleasure to complete
When like a little puppy, its wet tongue licks at my feet

This is a re-post from January 2013


About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to By The Waters Edge

  1. poetry that flows like its subject

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