I no longer own a suit nor want one
I am the child on the beach with a stick
drawing pictures words in the sand
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Ah yes this poem inspired this one Watery Words no longer owning a suit a tie or shirt returning to childhood, work's gone for good, walking on white beaches collecting shells drawing pictures words in the sand with a stick the silent the child standing watching unseen in shadows sharing beach words washed away on the tides to different shores to ripple in watery metaphors
Poet on the beach not with the witch but self speech forlorn child in the warmth of words poet feeds life
Beautiful odd poetic thought Right across the beech Playing with stick Only wet sandy ground Awesome seen, Unseen business Playing muse In my brain. Thank-you sir for penning your beautiful creativity again. Thank-you for acknowledging my poem and being inspired.
Yes I enjoyed immensely the poem 'Watery Words', the interaction between the original and the new, the imagery interactive, both poems belong together. I had written a poem years ago, with a line something like she loved you as long as you wore a collar suit and tie, with implications of career, lifestyle, security. Maybe I can find it later? The poem 'Fine Garments Clothe' is preparation before leaving for work, the ritual mental and physical, of readying for professional demands.