Tidesong

Warm sand
between our toes,
your hand

belongs
in mine, until
our songs

are sung;
our instruments
unstrung.

Ryan Stone

For my wife.

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Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Aging.

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39 thoughts on “Tidesong

  1. Don’t breathe a word to anyone else, but this is my fave part of the day–a brief vacation at your blog. I love the poem, always do–and the art. How restful to be at the seashore, holding Love’s hand….sigh….I feel better now πŸ™‚

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  2. Beautiful poetry Ryan. I actually walked along the beach today. It’s very Warm here in Florida , I can relate to these beautiful words and lovely image πŸ™‚

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  3. A gorgeous poem! I loved the tenderness of it, and the photos as always are perfectly apt!
    happy to see that side of yours that does not often surface πŸ™‚

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  4. Yes, very simple but oh, so lovely! Your wife is a lucky lady to inspire such words, and you’re obviously a lucky man to have found somebody who inspires them – long story short ;)… you’re both lucky to have found each other πŸ™‚

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  5. You both are blessed. Stunning. I loved how you wrote it so tenderly. Where I could see you both as best friends too. That’s the way it should be. I have the quote about my kitchen table that says
    “You don’t marry the one you can live with, you marry the one you can’t live without!”

    Your beautiful piece made me think of it.
    Loved this. Lucky lady and lucky lad πŸ˜‰

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