The beach remembers
Lover's tastes and trash
And it can't forget
Too many breezes blow
In strong currents
And sand tossing tourists
Piles of humanity
Discarded playthings
And burnt butts
Cans crushed under foot
Seasoned among sea oats
And barley stained
His hands upon her
Rumpled sands swaying
And tides wetting
Every passion gets remembered
By the beach beneath us
And our trash
You always make me wish I played with poetry more than I do. And I love the way you explore contrasts.
ReplyDeleteHi Kim,
ReplyDeleteI'm visiting from Netchick's Meet n'Greet.
What a beautiful poem!
From Tina:
ReplyDeleteI admire your creativity. Your words are very inspirational. I'm envious of anyone who can put thoughts and innermost feelings into words....my brain just does not function like that.
Melody - playing with poetry! what a wonderfully freeing perspective.
ReplyDeleteDayna - you are kind. thanks for your visit.
Amazing poem, now I wish summer wasn't over.. I miss heading to the beach
ReplyDeleteKim...
ReplyDeleteI like this one a lot. I often have my deepest thoughts while on the beach. The beach puts life into perspective and this is an interesting way to word that concept.....
So small in the scheme of the ocean,
While standing in the water's edge the waves retreat...
I have to adjust my stance because the very earth is moved from underneath me....leaving a small uncomfortable pile of wet sand in the ball of my foot.
I am not the boss here...God is.
Love, Lisa
Again with the marrying contrasts. I so enjoy this. And it reminds me of another poem just posted by a friend about the ocean, how it ties us to our loves and memories. Have you been to Rick's One Big Love?
ReplyDeleteKimm - Thank you for your comment, and i was missing summer when i wrote this, too.
ReplyDeleteLisa - your words are kind. thanks for dropping by.
WIAW - thanks for this comment and the others from your last visit. You seem to 'understand' my poetry better than i do. heh. Haven't been to Rick's. Got URL?
you've brought the waves to my door...
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