I'm calling this a photo-poem, inspired by my recent trip to Hawaii. (I know, I know, won't she ever shut up about it? She wrote 1-2-3 blog posts about it). My response is that I get very little time off, people. Or sleep. So indulge this one very last post about my Hawaiian vacation.
The colors of Maui
by Julie Reinhardt
When I stepped on to the beaches of Maui
I learned a new meaning of
BLACK
BLACK
of BROWN
RED
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and WHITE
If we could see faces and think
lava sands shifting with resting Monk seals
corral crumbles sifting while Humpback Whales carouse in the bay
shell treasures hiding along windy cliff-edged beaches
maybe then we could smile and breath and sigh and nothing else.
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Jealous, I got a vile of that black lava sand when my kids were young...
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Skin color should be as natural and awe-inspiring as the colors of the sand (or any other colors in nature, for that matter)!
ReplyDelete(excuse me for a moment while I dream of beaches and sun...)
Lovely! Reminds me of home. Thanks for the wonderful words and photos :).
ReplyDeleteThank you all. Mary, looking out at this grey day, I think I'll dream of beaches today too.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of the photo poem and the poem itself. Can't blame you for thinking of Hawaii. I would be too. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you T. I bet you could do entire books of photo-poems, blending two of your passions! I just changed the spacing a bit, to make the colors above the photos clearer (and fixed a typo I swear I'd fixed before I posted!)
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