Sandy Thoughts

M.E.M.

Crashing waves hit the rocky cliffs nearby

As salty wind passes through my hair.

The gulls have relocated for the time being

leaving me with my thoughts.

 

I bring my knees to my chest

Dragging sand with my movements.

I can sense it getting in every crevice

every nook that it isn't allowed in.

 

This is why I don’t like the beach.

I can’t control the particles beneath me,

But I can control my thoughts,

and so I make them happy.

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2023 10:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: It’s been a while. This is the prompt I used to come up with this poem: Create a poem set on an empty beach, where you are left at peace with your thoughts. Created: 8/25/23 Comments are always welcome!
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Comments3

  • Parisab

    Very descriptive in the way you let ‘your sandy thoughts’ run its court ‘and made them happy’ I always liked those prompts for such ‘describe a place’ poems-I also saw the imagery of your body becoming the cliff and the sands becoming the waves- it fit into the background composition-thanks for sharing…

    • M.E.M.

      Thank you so much for the feedback!

    • Doggerel Dave

      Google translate isn't working....

      • M.E.M.

        Does this help?

        Sandy Thoughts

        Crashing waves hit the rocky cliffs nearby
        As salty wind passes through my hair.
        The gulls have relocated for the time being
        leaving me with my thoughts.

        I bring my knees to my chest
        Dragging sand with my movements.
        I can sense it getting in every crevice
        every nook that it isn't allowed in.

        This is why I don’t like the beach.
        I can’t control the particles beneath me,
        But I can control my thoughts,
        and so I make them happy.

      • Doggerel Dave

        Thank you - yes it did.
        Rewarding read. You certainly made good use of that prompt. The sand - yes I know it's discomfort myself, and I'll try to confine those images to my own experience rather than dwell too long on yours...................
        A special person if you can control your thoughts - please keep that skill in good working order.



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