The Girl With Ocean Eyes

A spiced-rum girl with ocean eyes
big-bellied sailboats and osprey cries
the climbing sun in full splendor
but foolishly I did not surrender.

I had promising places to be.
My spiced-rum girl would wait for me.

The osprey and big bellied boats gone
all my assumptions of the future wrong
pink fingers release a sinking sun.
Girls with ocean eyes wait for no one.

Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief


  1. Liz H says:

    So true, and so beautifully captured in this poem. But perhaps raise your eyes, scan the horizon: a grey-eyed cloud, or a sparkling night sky might bring the warmth you need at this point in your life.*

    *Note to self on opportunities lost. 😉

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  2. Harshi says:

    Lovely! 💕


    1. luvgoodcarp says:

      Thanks, Harshi.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. JeanMarie says:

    I came back to read this again. Really lovely.


    1. luvgoodcarp says:

      Thanks very much, JeanMarie.


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