waterfront recital: reprise

arqios


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Ribald footprints of a silent,

broken guitar rendezvous with an ebbing tide:

recalcitrant thoughts wash away along this sandy shore.

 

Echoes of laughter linger,

carried by the whispers of waves,

each note a fleeting memory,

soft as the touch of a summer's breeze.

 

Weathered strings, worn and frayed,

tell tales of bygone melodies,

once vibrant, now subdued,

lost in the symphony of the sea.

 

Crescent moon above watches,

its silver light caressing the coast,

while the stars compose a silent score,

guiding the night's tranquil refrain.

 

Footsteps of wanderers past,

etched in the sands of time,

their stories woven into the fabric

of this shoreline, ever-changing.

 

A seagull's cry, sharp and clear,

breaks the hush of twilight,

a reminder of life's ephemeral nature,

a fleeting moment, gone too soon.

 

Driftwood collects, a natural stage,

where remnants of dreams alight,

amidst the salted air and briny scent,

a freshly refilled palette of the night.

 

Beneath the shadow of towering cliffs,

a sanctuary for the soul,

where the waters' edge becomes

a canvas for reflection and release.

 

As dawn approaches, the tide retreats,

drawing secrets back to the deep,

leaving behind a pristine shore,

ready for new impressions to be made.

 

And so, the recital continues,

an endless cycle of ebb and flow,

where the past meets the present,

in the delicate dance of the waterfront.

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 23rd, 2025 01:36
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  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful words arqios, memories came and gone but forever in our lives.

    Andy

    • arqios

      Thanks Andy, that they do! Memories are forever. πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

    • orchidee

      A fine write A.

      • arqios

        Thanks O. πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

      • sorenbarrett

        A lovely metaphor I like the idea of the past being the sand where footprints are cast and the future,( time ) or the sea that washes away every trace. A poem with a somewhat melancholy feel. Very nice

        • arqios

          Yes. And memories are freshly printed on β€œwiped slates” necessitating trips to the Oceanside. πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

        • David Wakeling

          This is amazing.Such wonderful immagery and depth.The cycles of life explored in great detail.Enjoyed reading

          • arqios

            Thanks David you are muchly appreciated πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

          • Poetic Licence

            The washing away of the old allowing fresh new memories to be made, a lovely read

            • arqios

              Thank you, than can be a very freeing and exciting thoughtπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

              • Poetic Licence

                You are very welcome

              • Tony36

                Excellent write

                • arqios

                  Thanks TonyπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

                  • Tony36

                    You're welcome

                  • Tom Dylan

                    A fine write. Nicely done.

                    • arqios

                      Thanks Tom, much appreciated πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

                    • Kevin Hulme

                      Some fine Images spring out from your lines . Nice One.

                      • arqios

                        That’s good too know, thanks for letting me know πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ



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