This is a poem which mainly revolves around imagist methodology. Many of us try to create stories, fantasies, and different worlds to distract us from the one we live in. White Shores is one of the many places which I enjoy visiting or thinking about once I'm stressing, or facing a problem which is kind of disrupting my daily vibes. A beautiful spot to sojourn, and definitely worth trying to interact with mentally.
Most of my poetry attempts to surround the idea of imagery, and the beauty behind feel, and touch. We are not so expressive in our daily lives, probably busy trying to pay bills, or studying for hefty test somewhere in some educational facility. But I think that we, as a human species, are obligated to direct our expressions and fantasies towards writing. It's a definitive mode of release, relaxation, and certainly fun almost all the time.
I hope you all enjoy.