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Author Name: Premiumtinadee 8 Comments
Date Added: October 08, 2011 04:10:34 Average Score: (Needs 1)
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Waited My Whole Life

Waited My Whole Life

Driving home tonight, I could see the shining moon almost full, so I decided to go straight to the beach. They way it glimmered on the water was amazing. Inspired to go further along the beach road, I found myself drawn to see my three friends together.  It was as if they sang an acappella trio.  The melody so soothing and intoxicating, I just had to continue the 6 mile drive.  I passed boarded up empty mansions, Red Horse Inn, Trailway Inn, Seasons Inn, small summer beach houses, three salt water marsh’s, two  pier’s. and one other car.  The road was mine.  The journey belonged to me.

It was well after midnight as I traveled down a country road with more curves than a beautiful woman.  The road was mostly covered by trees that appeared to hold hands arching and stretching over the lane.  Leaves littered the streets and I felt as if I was being showered by oranges, yellows, reds, greens greeted me on my travels.  I believe zipping by, I saw a few bats, some moths danced, in front of my car lights what a spectacular show.  The last three miles or so I was in complete blackness which made everything seem more wondrous and inspiring. 

Finally there she was, so tall and majestic, Her light shown and she was beautiful sitting on a small hill, like a queen upon her thrown.  Her light flashed as she had always, the beacon to all upon the sea.  The moon glowed even more gloriously across the sky and upon the water.  The ocean basked in her rays thrashing the rocks below and hummed part of the trio.  The wind blew cold air right through me, it was as if I were naked on the cliff. 

My three friends all together at once, they greeted me with open arms, eyes and ears.  Together, they each seemed more fantastic and certainly more complete, as did I.  I was meant to live by the sea and my friends waited and waited my whole life just for me.

Author's Notes:
For my new friend Firestone Feinberg  I hope you enjoy
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Comment By: FreePelagic Mind on October 12, 2011 11:44:22 AM Report
A charming piece, a journey along the coast and there's nothing better that that, they are always an adventure!
Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on October 9, 2011 10:22:56 AM Report
Dear Tina,

I hope a person is allowed to make two comments, since I forgot to mention something:  I think my favorite of all your stunning lines is:  'The road was mostly covered by trees that appeared to hold hands arching and stretching over the lane."  That image and description of it -- well it just undid me.  A painting.  A nocturne.  A lullaby.

Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on October 9, 2011 10:15:20 AM Report

Re: ‘Waited My Whole Life’  to tinadee from FlintHunter

I absolutely REFUSE to listen to any more of your poems for ... days? ... they are too beautiful and make me feel too serene and wonder-full.  I can’t describe the rare beauty of your voice — as you read with such feeling — modifying your voice — modulating your tones.  Yours is surely one of the best reading voices I’ve heard — and I dare say the absolute BEST poet-reading-her-own-poetry voice I have EVER heard — and I've heard plenty.  Your poetry and your reading simply must be heard by a larger audience than us; being an artist and not an entrepreneur, i can’t suggest HOW to do that — but if somebody would be your agent or something like that, then I’m sure your magnificent poems and your recordings of them would attract loads of buyers — given the right marketing.  They used to make tapes of like the ocean and stuff to help persons fall asleep — remember?  Your poetry could be like a cloud gradually and softly blanketing a person — even to sleep.  such would not be an insult — but a compliment.  The best music I remember is of a camp-counsellor who used to sing us to sleep.  Nothing since that has been as comforting. Well, Tina, if I say more, then there won’t be anymore room for the many other stellar comments you deserve.  Your living-words have already done wonders for me.  THANK YOU! 


P.S.  I’ve never had a poem dedicated to ME ME ME before!  I can’t believe it!  What a thrill! What a Gift!

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 8, 2011 06:03:04 PM Report
Just a wonderful well written poem and the pictures really do the justice for the poem it self!!!
Comment By: PremiumDan J. Mazurek on October 8, 2011 03:42:00 PM Report

Your poem today is a perpetual mist of ocean spray in this reader’s eyes.

The Morris Island Lighthouse is right down the street but barely survives.

sorry for the link



Comment By: FreeAlfred Berggren on October 8, 2011 11:29:20 AM Report
The sea can be all that you say, and you say it in a very gifted way.  Your descriptions of what you see are so vivid and analogies so right. I like your pictures of the lighthouse and the moon's flarepath on the water.
Comment By: FreeTomahawk on October 8, 2011 11:14:02 AM Report

Lighthouses are awesome, I live on the Jersey shore and there are a few accessible to me. Are you along the Atlantic? All up and down the coast there are great lighthouses to visit, I hit just about all of them. More curves than a beautiful woman....that's a metaphor so cool. lol. Terrific poem, Tina, I really enjoyed it. :)



Comment By: ModeratorHenry M. on October 8, 2011 09:38:57 AM Report
Utterly fantastic poetry Tina, I listened to your audio version as I read and it made me feel like I was right there with you on this journey. Hugs,   Henry


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