A Beachfront Revelation
The sand lies waiting, stretching wide with open arms
like a lover expecting her other’s return.
The sea glistens and sparkles in the sunshine’s joy
like a wartime soldier proudly marching home.
The sand squints at the glistening sea in search of
the one she fearfully hopes will be returning.
The sea creeps, inching closer to her waiting arms
like a soldier breaking from the horrors of war.
The sand lies ashore basking in the noonday Sun
like a warm heart longing for her soldier's return.
The sea slips over the hot sand edging inward
being warmed on its edges by the sun-baked sand.
The sand senses the sea as she is touched by it
and recalls many other moments of rapture.
The sea rises and thrusts forward into the sand
engulfing her across the breadth of her shoreline.
They are entwined in blissful union for moments
until again, the sea begins to slip away.
Ebbing outward falling from the arms of the sand
like a soldier called back onto the battlefields.
Ever and ever, over and over again
like perpetual motion, the parting repeats.
In time, the sea transforms to an enraged ocean
ripping sand away from all the battered coastlines
and destroying any land that stands to resist.
It laughs as even the most majestic mountains
crumble before it, until there is but one isle
one spit of land, not captured by its savage charm.
And the sea responds with a great tsunami wave
swamping that tiny isle into oblivion.
The sea relaxes lying content and sated
while enjoying the taste of final victory.
The Sun smiles down knowing it will have the last laugh
and watches the water as it evaporates.
When all the water dries up, there is nothing left
but a dead planet whose surface is the ashes
of fools who fought in the wars of self destruction.
Scoping the dead and dusty planet from afar
one would want to know, "Did life ever exist there?"
- Author: MendedFences27 ( Offline)
- Published: April 1st, 2021 13:33
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Nature can not be beaten in any way we care to try.
Andy
Thanks Andy. You are right. Nature will win out in the end.
a poignantly conscientious write cleverly executed, in my humble opinion
juxta positioning
humanity's warped perceptions of consumptive love
a mirror to our destructive choices of wilful ignorance
courting nature's: impending wrath!
Thanks L.B. Your comment is very much appreciated.
.. I could probably ramble on for hours happily scribbling down all the many positive attributes that might so easily be assigned to your little masterpiece .. for that is precisely what in my most humble and humbled opinion you have gifted to us here at MPS ...
there is not a single aspect of 'A Beachfront Revelation' that I could fault or criticise ..
... but since I have a fishing trip booked ..(from my local beach) I might add ... I shall call it a day and re-visit again at my leisure ...
Neville
Thank you Nev. Ramble on if you wish. Hey, and good luck on your fishing trip
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