Oh I do like to be beside the seaside

My feet feel the familiar polished treasure,
Tossed and tumbled,
From wave to shore

Gems that gleam wet beauty with the ocean's trailing kiss,
Fool's bounty, only
Glass and stone

I try to commit this single moment to memory,
In a second,
It will change.

The sea moves in one synchronised body, but separate
The waves churn blues and seaweed
Caught in a hopeless fight

The sun is late summer glory yellow
It will stay
For now, then fade

The sand sticks to the top of my suntanned feet
Writing a journal
Of a day by the sea

The wind lulls, soon she will whip this vista
Relentlessly harsh
Unforgiving as village folk

I try to commit it all
To write it down
To save a flavour of how this place,
This moment,
That wave,
These gems
Even the goddam crusty sand
Makes impact

I want to inhale here and exhale it with you
While we talk
When once we did
Your ocean must invoke these moments too?
I tell myself it must
And so I swim to feel you carry me in your arms








Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2021-09-13 at 01:40

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very beautiful and dreamlike. Thank you for an enjoyable read.
2021-09-13


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Eons ago a poet with the sobriquet cowtrotter wrote such words that an engagement of sorts was begun. Such words ring as true today as then~~~you have a gift.
2021-09-13