the beach

this monotonous expanse of crushed coral
used to be our mystical meeting place
cocooned in the raining stars
and the murmuring tropical surf

emotionally drained
we sit in silent disillusionment
not even trying to forget
staring into exclusive infinity
(the time for words is is long past)

flotsam and jetsam
on the oceans of inner space
adrift and indifferent
at the mercy of the tides
(the time for bitterness is long past)

we lack the energy
to pick at the sores of our history
divergently recalled
there's no point in forgiveness
(the time for remembering is long past)

along the shoreline
the palm-leaves hang listlessly in the apathetic breeze
in the lagoon
the dolphins are too lethargic to break the surface

we trudge onward to our separate lives



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2013-07-14 at 10:48

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