Tuesday, November 9, 2010

the beach



Stepping out… on to the shifting sands
As the grains move beneath my feet
Wind whispers restlessly
As grasses bow to greet

Ever changing moving on
Nothing stays the same
Lost anchor’s wash on to rocky shore
White horses crashing down again

Salt lie thick within the air
Encrusts upon salted cheek
Climbing ever higher on crumbling cliff
as ragged breath falters... at finding that of which I seek

9 comments:

  1. Love the layered meaning with shifts throughout. The verbs all carry their own duality as if moving with the sea. Good work, thanks! Gay @beachanny

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  2. Ohhh I love the shifting sand and the excursion both on paper and where you lead my mind.

    Fine One Shot

    Moon smiles

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  3. nice word play...a fun read. hope you find that which you seek

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  4. Good poem. Appreciate your use of rhyme without overplaying it. Great job.

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  5. A salty breeze through the land of fluff. Liked your images and the general saltiness of things encrusted or otherwise, that stays with you through many washings. ;) Nice.

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  6. I could feel the breeze, smell the salt of the sea... nicely done.

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  7. I enjoyed it so much.. thanks for sharing..
    Your imagery is beautiful.
    "Lost anchor’s wash on to rocky shore
    White horses crashing down again"

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
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  8. "nothing stays the same" - so very very true

    This was beautiful.

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