new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Vassilis,wonderful play on sound and sight: to create just the right oneiric setting for a goddess's arrival.
This one works so well, as Conrad suggests. I love the image that emanates for me in my mind from the beach.
Ah, the beach, dear friends--especially the beach where love first set foot--one could stay there forever. Thanks so much!
I wanted to say "One could stay there forever and never lose a wink of sleep!"