Barbada’s Pink Sand Beach Photo Courtesy:
Antiqua & Barbuda Tourism
Was it an affair to remember
Or one to forget
The loss rendered me forlorn
Unable to find my way
Lost in desire
Manic the state
Between mood and the sunny day
There was a clash
Unable to to fuse the two
The roughhewn moon
Waxed and waned
A fork in the road
Caused confusion
The drive headed west
Unsure what I would find
Upon arrival
Or if I would know
I had arrived
I searched for the pink sand
Between your fingers
annellannell 
nice…the hewn moon…very cool….i like this…the unsureness of the journey, not knowing what you will find or if you have arrived…i find that rather enticing…the search for the pink between fingers..is a great touch to close on…
I am really digging the moon image, Annell. Well done.
Darn it… this is sad but so lovely. A rough hewn moon… lovely.
Really enjoyed the pink sand image, well done.
I too love the “roughhewn moon”….beautiful poem, Annell.
Annell, that ending is delicious.
“I searched for the pink sand
Between your fingers”
I love it.
Pamela
Ahh… this is lovely, Annell… especially like the sound of- the roughhewn moon
I like ‘…searched for the pink sand / between your fingers’ – great image. and the photo of the pink sand beach is cool.
Third attempt to leave a comment. I like the emotive power of your poem.
Cheers!
JzB
Nicely penned – good images – the moon especially, and of course, the pink sand. Lovely.
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/12/ecstasy-driven.html
i loved this. I am glad to have stumbled upon your blog.
Tim