
The fizzy waves misbehave
and flirt with silk stocking shores.
The hours shrink like circles of shade,
coral negligees cast on ocean floors.
Windblown pages flicker faster,
speedboats down narrow channels,
The endings always splash her
geometric bikini art panels.
Sunken, shipwrecked toes
have survived battles, and
an icy drink’s delicious rattle
foreplay’s frothy Frescos.
The day’s a confetti party popper
with a secret toy inside.
Sea foam fetishes are improper
mixtures of things that hide.
Ah, the ocean-front’s gentle glide;
I’m bubbly beach life’s salty bride.

This week’s Flash Back Track #20 asks-What makes you bubble? For me, it has always been a day at the ocean.
The photograph is from St. Lucia and taken by Photography314.
Lovely photo and poem. ❤️
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Thank you, John. Ready for a long swim on the beach. The closest one is just a mere five and a half hours away. 😉
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That’s about the distance from Las Vegas to Huntington Beach, CA.
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Excellent, I was there! Although tese days I’d probably get mistaken for one of those wrecks.
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They’re the best part, though.
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Beach life so wonderfully poetically written. 💙🧉🍹
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a bubbly, fizzy froth of images 🙂 well done —
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Ty, will make do with the lake life until the ocean and I can reunite.
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❤️❤️❤️ love it!!
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Thank you. It’s a dream of a day and I can’t wait for it to come true.
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Nice! The imagery and rhyme are so fun!
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Thank you; it’s been too long since I heard the ocean, but August is looking promising.
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