First time you touched the ocean in yearsFirst a toe. Ouch! No, not pain: just cold. The other toe: icy smooth burning freshWade to your anklesand feel the free bindings of liquid iceclean-tickling and silk-bouncing and freeze-licking your feetCan’t resist longer: you skip along the shorethen runand run backfreeWhy did you wait so long to feel this way? PS This is the first time in quite a while that I've written poetry. Thank you for this unexpected inspiration! PPS I'm having trouble commenting, so I tried as many profiles as I had. Thus you see my screen name as "bob," though that is rather far from my actual name.
I'm very happy that I was able to inspire you in a beautiful way. I enjoyed reading the poem very much. I will try to fix the problem of commenting. You can try to post your blog as a comment. Thanks again.
I believe I've got the comments issue worked out now. (Testing... 1, 2, 3.)In case you're interested, I found the link to this in the comments of a Yahoo article regarding a message in a bottle. I'd like to think of your blog as a message tossed out into the cyberspace sea that I found on one of my rambling walks on the internet beach. "Hear me." A call. For help? Not quite, I think. I look forward to reading more of your posts. I've never really followed anyone's blog before (perhaps I simply lack the attention span), but I'll try to keep reading this one. I know nearly nothing about your ideas from your few posts, which makes this rather hit-or-miss in terms of what I'll think about it later. I think I just like the idea of adventure and randomness and uncertainty. I guess that's just what life is. ~Trillian