Negative ions fill my lungs on the Santa Monica pier
Breathing the calming breeze
Bountiful walking along the coast
Observing the senior beaches
Thai CHI followers
Homeless sheltering against the elements
Thinking I can smell the air
Wishing I could impregnate the image
Beating clouds trying to touch skyline
Joyful moments stick to my brain
I can forget pain burning and inflammation of
Each particle
Stopping to digest words
Gratitude for a God that created the sight
Welcoming the next adventure
Thank you.
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Well, your poem taught me something new: I had never heard of negative ions before, and had no idea they were so beneficial. And it’s a fine poem, too.
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thank you so much. I am always surprised that people like my poetry–I think I am too critical about my own work.
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We all feel like that. Or at least we all should! It’s usually the poems I hesitated to post that make it into my ‘top ten’. We get so familiar with our own stuff that familiarity breeds contempt, I think.
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