History, romantics and poets love her
She gets all the credit, she’s Majestic
But what about me; the dunes, reeds – the beach
My sand absorbs your turmoil
Each grain expanding to envelop your substance
Whispering to be calm and return to your roots
I can handle the rest
The wind rearranges me
So I am always ready for your fury and foam
Quickly hiding your chaos under a smooth and dark surface
My replenishment derived from your murky shallows
I reciprocate your curl
To effortlessly return you
Back to the darkness that makes you
Mysterious, and deadly
I am the bearer of your revisionist history
Showing only what you have released
Foreboding to some, intoxicating to others
- Inviting to those few, who your deep soul, is their final resting place of choice; consciously or unconsciously.
(Fenwick Island, Delaware)
- Author: TrystanBehm ( Offline)
- Published: February 2nd, 2018 09:20
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 18
- Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm.
Comments3
oooooooo - beautiful. The cautious friendship between the beach and the ocean....... I love it. (Fill in your profile so we know more about you!)
Thanks Lorna! Not even sure what to put in the profile - that might be harder than writing poetry 🙂
Even just where you are from!
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This is awesome! I love the way you describe the sand....something I long for.
Thanks Christina. I am very glad you liked it 🙂
The lure of the deep is so powerfully presented in these engaging lines Trystan to which I can relate - Living so near the beach that receives tidal fury at times your personification of its appeal made the read very special to me. Thanks for this write which goes into my faves.
Thank you so much Fay. Really happy you enjoyed the poem. It is a complicated relationship - one which is allegorical to so many things I see in life. Appreciate the sincere comment!
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