Lido Beach By Duke Nauton
But not just a gaze, an acknowledgement… more, Recognition, inside, she had been here before.
As the sea bathed her ankles it sang to her soul, soft whispers and songs of tranquility sold. She, the seagulls, the shells, and the sea, all one with the sun, with the sand, and with me.
San Diego
At the edge of the forest the grass changed to sand, the dew turned to mist, and the sea washed the land. The hot morning sun burned a hole through the haze. She slipped off her shoes and met the sea with her gaze.
She talked to the seagulls as she walked to the wet, and was one with each sandpiper and seashell she met. Every clam, every crab, every smooth polished stone was as fully a part of her life as its own. They shared their existence as part of the earth, natural extensions of each other’s worth.
Woman
A woman with blue in her eyes, like the sea, that could change, blue to green, back to blue, like the sea, left camp in the morning and moved through the trees with the dew in the grass and the soft morning breeze.
Roses from the Past
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By Duke Nauton
He brought her rosesand she loved them. Long-stemmed roses from the past. For an instant, she went back in time. To a world that didn’t last. In a way, it made her angry thinking how it might have been If instead of broken promises he had brought her roses then. But her head soon caught her rushing hearttheir love ended long ago. Now the roses were just flowers that would wilt and die, and so. She arranged them in a vase and gave them water so they’d last. And told her beating heart to slow. they’re just roses, from the past
Duke Nauton, traveled thanks to the Air Force, and always found time to read and write poetry. One of his greatest loves.