At The Beach

Seeker

Relucent dunes, gulls and the deep blue brine

Sea breezes rustling beachgrass glance my face

Return to tidal land my nature pines

Jejune recalls without a single trace

 

Rank trawlers, smelly bait, and tidal mud

The foul cues which unseal the vault of truth

A paper mill repugnance marks my blood

The Southern sun exposes absent youth

 

The images of my inner eye are cloaked

and they are haunting me like ghosts in lies

A wish for history but none evoked

In trauma versus will, will always dies  

 

No childhood to recall, I find in my gloom

Bedimmed as pictures in a sunny room

  • Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 17th, 2017 09:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: The fact of my having no childhood memories occurs to me not infrequently. The reasons for this lack are too personal to relate other than through metaphors.
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  • Michael Edwards

    This evokes so many pictures in my mind and so well drafted - a great piece of work.

    • Seeker

      Thank you Michael. You are very kind.

    • Tony36

      Great write

      • Seeker

        Tony, I don't know how I could have missed your comment but I did. Thank you for your kind words.

        • Tony36

          Welcome



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