Bamboo Days

Are these my bamboo days perhaps,
sitting in a September sun,
basking, beaching
eating crab sandwiches,
dipping fingers into salt water
and swimming across the harbour,
finding patches of warmth
as langourous strokes,
lift me, soar me, like a dolphin
dancing in the mackeral shoals.
Sleek and shiny, my fins
finely tuned as slowly swimming
towards the rocks,
long hair, like seaweed floating out,
calling lovers from the shore,
sweet sun that I adore.

My bamboo, watching sun halo days,
clouds across the water
but all is clear here, just blue
of sky, azure of sea, I can count
pebbles and wishes washing
stand on toes unsupported,
splash in the shallows
sweep across the deep,
shaded, waded, wished and wanted
if these are the bamboo days,
then there could be worse, there could be.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-20 at 20:02

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Ivan R
A story of life, a story of wanting, living,
a tell of things awesome
a poem like a short story, words great, a story perfectly told

I'm a firm believer in taking those bamboo days, those days when things, though maybe not perfect, were good days, and giving them a prominent place in my memories. One wonder how many of those bamboo days just slipped by us so quickly that we can't even remember them. :)

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is nice, acknowledging these peaceful moments.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
But not many better.

I'm happy with your bamboo days, I recognise them, beautifully portrayed, I feel the warmth and smell the salt.

Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Bamboo.can be over 1000 feet high :-)