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An Imaginary Life
On a tropical hill a white walled house with a red roof watches the ocean like an old sailor home on leave. A veranda wrapped around the outside is where I sit, fanning my glistening body in the purple shade, while transparent geckoes dart, snaring lazy mosquitos.
On a tropical hill a white walled house with a red roof watches the ocean like an old sailor home on leave. A veranda wrapped around the outside is where I sit, fanning my glistening body in the purple shade, while transparent geckoes dart, snaring lazy mosquitos.
Sweet juice from fragrant market fruit plucked from a woven basket drips down my chin. A beaded curtain clicketty clacks as the breeze grows strong, then drops away to nothing. A pungent garden spills vibrant flowers onto the soft ground below. A distant shush and roar floods my ears as waves relentlessly wash back and forth.
Moist air weighs heavy on this island. Bare feet find a track worn to shabby patches of rich, red earth, leading to hot white sand. The reflection of glittering water pierces through the blue sky glare . Salty spray spritz's my hot face and a faded, striped hammock swings and beckons. It knows I never refuse.
Oh! I wish I had this imaginary life! It's far better than any I could have imagined. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful life that would be! I really enjoyed reading this piece Patti... ;)
ReplyDelete"Bare feet find a track worn to shabby patches of rich, red earth, leading to hot white sand."
Great image!
Thank you for visiting Writers Island. I hope you can walk its beaches every Tuesday...
This was a real delight for the senses - the taste of the fruit, the clickety clack of the curtain, the feel of the breeze... I love your imagery.
ReplyDeleteYour imaginery life sounds delicious! I want to visit, please! I'll bring the margaritas.
ReplyDeleteI want to come and visit that place....
ReplyDeleteIt seems to be a blissful life. How I wish for it!
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery!
may i join you?????
ReplyDeleteSigh...how divinve this sounds :)
ReplyDeleteoops... there's already quite a few people angling for invitations... might get a bit crowded. I was going to suggest that I come visit, but maybe another time! This sounds absolutely idyllic.
ReplyDeletePerfect beach scene...I can taste salt on my lips.
ReplyDeleteOoooo where can I make a booking please, it's a beautiful place!
ReplyDeleteOh, to be on a sister hammock. Clink! To life on the island.
ReplyDeleteAll your words are so rich and pregnant with oh such potential for slipping into their reality... But I love that last line... It knows I never refuse... thank you!
ReplyDeleteYou brought me back to my beloved Kauai. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI want to be there, too! What a marvelous description!
ReplyDeleteI'll join the group here gladly; your words make a tropical paradise come alive, Patti!
ReplyDeleteNnnnnnice!
ReplyDeleteWhen the going gets tough, I travel off to a place much like this. Thanks for putting it into words!
This is like a mini-vacation!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your nice comments today.
Sounds like paradise to me! you painted a beautiful picture.
ReplyDeletehow many hammocks are there? (This was a beautiful description!)
ReplyDeleteHi Patti! I loved every delicious detail and image in this -- pure soul food!
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This sounds delightful!
ReplyDeleteJust Wonderful Patti, so evocative, I too loved the last line!
ReplyDeleteI can see it in my minds eye. Your descriptions are beautiful.
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