i think it was June,
maybe July?
there were fireworks kiosks
popping up like daisies
in empty lots.
I could see them clearly
from our window.
beyond them
the bay lay open,
her innards
spilled milky white
bobbing passively
as if the breeze
could speak
and she spoke ocean.
I always focused on the inlet.
inside
the walls were butter yellow.
you picked the color
even though
i told you,
matter of factly,
it didn’t suit me.
you laughed
and said
well that’s unusual,
for someone
with such a sunny disposition.
i miss them now,
much to my chagrin.
I suppose you can have
this one
oblivious victory.
– sc
sheila sea 
This is beautiful post. Loved reading it. keep going 🙂
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Thank you so much. I love hearing that. 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
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Very sweet poem!
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Thank you!
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When I read anything written by you, it sends chills down my spine. I LOVE this one.
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That’s quite a compliment. I’m flattered, thank you.
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absolutely beautiful Sheila.
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Love your last line
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Thank you, Paul! I like that bit, as well.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you. Zeina is a beautiful name, by the way. 🙂
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Thank you Sheila 😊 it also happens to mean “beautiful” in Arabic 😊
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That doesn’t surprise me at all. 🙂
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So flattered Sheila ❤️
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I love how you get away with using such small words to create such an abundant image. You always paint a picture for me
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Haha, I like simplicity. I like flowery language, as well. But simplicity really allows me to paint, as you say. Thank you so much for letting me know how you felt about this poem. 🙂
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I’m actually a bigger fan of simplicity. If a post is really lengthy I tend to breeze past it.
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lol Yeah, I’m kind of guilty of that too.
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Love the poem, that last line was pure brillance. Thanks for sharing your words.
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I’m grateful for your opinion. 🙂
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There’s a tranquil melancholy to this piece that rings so true. Thank you for a beautiful read.
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Thank you for a beautiful compliment.. I’m very humbled. 🙂
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This is like a Vermeer or a Van Goch in capturing a moment that is so vividly reflected through very nicely chosen words. You want to stand or sit and contemplate the image. I also like the use of conversation. I can smell the butter paint.
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Oh my gosh, that’s quite a comparison. I believe my work here is done. 😉
haha, thank you for sharing your ever eloquent thoughts, Skip. I’m grateful. 🙂
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You’re not done. Just beginning.
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quite sublime. the last line holds me captive, trying to reconcile the two words with the rest of the poem. a victory that is oblivious…
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Haha, yeah it’s weird, no? I can explain my thoughts if you’d like.
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Besides your posts your look is very nice
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THE INLET WAS HER OUTLET!
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Such little words that create big pictures! Clever
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Thank you, Frankie!
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Sheila, I just love your words. Mmmm. Thank you for sharing them so generously. : )
I hope you’ll stop by my blog soon and see my video performance…”The Performers, The Performance”.
The title of this piece of yours, Butter, the talk about painting the room yellow, and so many more aspects of this poem are amazing to me. Another reblogging about to happen. : )
Peace,
Suzanne
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Reblogged this on learningtocry.wordpress.com and commented:
I love these words! Check out Sheila’s blog if you love poetry!
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