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Janice Pearce
Janice Pearce
Feb 20, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

No One's Reach

Breaths of tourmaline waves

lightly drift into my lungs

melodic oat grass sways

at tiny ships that pass

water's hypnotic motion

slows my hectic pace

Sand grains hold impressions

of chilkdren's playful feet

crimson sun is  gulped

by the great lake's physique

as I reach to touch the clouds

I bury my feet into the

depths of no one's reach.

 

— Janice Pearce, Feb 20, 2008

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rwc88...

18 years 3 months ago

no one's reach

safety in sand. safety in knowing dis-association. the thin line between you and the world not with you when buried feet carry you where you wish to go. well thought. well written. commentary of one to one. peace in subtle action. rhythmic in grammatic selection of word-thoughts. you grip and release as it should be. but taste? what did you taste? besides appreciation. good piece. worth the moments you spent there shored and listening. one great lake i wonder? i'll be watching for more of your plaster. peace, wheel...
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

18 years 3 months ago

rwc88

Why Lake Michigan of course!! LOL thanks for the comment.
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 3 months ago

I lived near lake onterio

yet I was too young to notice such things consciously...but as this poem shows not subconsciously.I enjoy poems that take me places. in ink, Dabbler
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GrandmaShirley

18 years 3 months ago

NO ONES REACH

Now I find you a POET. Yes indeed I do. A real poet. The kind of poet I always wished to be. I am just a dabbler. Is there such a word? Yep there is. I will be watching for you. Thanks for the thrill of reading what you write. Granny Shirley
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orgami

17 years 4 months ago

the shore of more

lyrical poet verse I could feel the sunshine the clouds the ships ideas drifting the hull of ideals we have our lake our shore our beach glad you wrote this I am dreaming of that hot sun and good company
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

17 years 4 months ago

No One's Reach

Glad that it brought you there, ~O Thanks for reading and commenting! _____________________________ To write a touching poem, you must gently stir the soul, if it brings forth tears or smiles, then the story was beautifully told. ________Janice Pearce_________