Warm sand
between our toes,
your hand
belongs
in mine, until
our songs
are sung;
our instruments
unstrung.
Ryan Stone
Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Aging.

Warm sand
between our toes,
your hand
belongs
in mine, until
our songs
are sung;
our instruments
unstrung.
Ryan Stone
Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Aging.
I wish I had warm sand between my toes…atm it’s damp and dark in Toronto-ish. You know how to satisfy the senses sir 🙂
Don’t breathe a word to anyone else, but this is my fave part of the day–a brief vacation at your blog. I love the poem, always do–and the art. How restful to be at the seashore, holding Love’s hand….sigh….I feel better now 🙂
Beautiful poetry Ryan. I actually walked along the beach today. It’s very Warm here in Florida , I can relate to these beautiful words and lovely image 🙂
Truly wonderful!!! Warm sand feels so nice.. Although in India we are having the hottest March ever! :-S hope it gets cooler soon 🙂
A gorgeous poem! I loved the tenderness of it, and the photos as always are perfectly apt!
happy to see that side of yours that does not often surface 🙂
Yes, very simple but oh, so lovely! Your wife is a lucky lady to inspire such words, and you’re obviously a lucky man to have found somebody who inspires them – long story short ;)… you’re both lucky to have found each other 🙂
Sooooo cute! 😀 I love the last lines especially. May you and the Mrs have many more happy years to come 😀
You both are blessed. Stunning. I loved how you wrote it so tenderly. Where I could see you both as best friends too. That’s the way it should be. I have the quote about my kitchen table that says
“You don’t marry the one you can live with, you marry the one you can’t live without!”
Your beautiful piece made me think of it.
Loved this. Lucky lady and lucky lad 😉
Again, the Musette Master majestically masticates the matrix in my mawkish mind.
Love the softness, and then the last stanza felt slow then sudden. Amazing work!
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