Glow.

Our Poetry is supposed to emanate a living-and-breathing quality and essence, in order to pull the reader deeply inward, and pull him/her ever deeper still. Thus is the essence of Emotion.

Poetry is analogous to Meditation. Not necessarily something to be rigidly structured in accordance with set rules and constructs or convention. Breathing. Ebbing, flowing. Receding waters, breaking waves gently wash over your feet as foam, one among us, reunited once again with our Creator, heels and metatarsals so softly rest in the wet sand. Sitting there quietly in the late afternoon hours upon doorstep of twilight, so then does the sun cast a red-orange glow upon your face, as another warm blanket of foamy water reaches out again and kisses your feet awaiting.

The ocean breeze in my veins, gentle orange glow of the sun god illuminates my hair sits so freely upon your shoulders, nothing set in stone as the foamy waters wash over my feet and breathe new life into my tired soul.

There do I rest, orange glow of the sun god illuminates, peaceful and quiet such are my thoughts, kiss of these foamy waters, recede, life begins again.