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

Published by luvgoodcarp

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  1. Liz H says:
    July 1, 2022 at 12:09 pm

    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. πŸ˜‰

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  2. Harshi says:
    July 4, 2022 at 3:35 am

    Lovely! πŸ’•

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    1. luvgoodcarp says:
      July 4, 2022 at 7:44 am

      Thanks, Harshi.

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  3. JeanMarie says:
    July 27, 2022 at 12:54 am

    I came back to read this again. Really lovely.

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    1. luvgoodcarp says:
      July 27, 2022 at 6:13 am

      Thanks very much, JeanMarie.

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