Beach Vacation
Beach Vacation
So many beautiful things described by the phrases beautifully built
lurking below the plane of conscious construction.
So my pen is idle with the fear of changing the feelings felt
by lingering upon them in order to write them into destruction.
The lovely words and the objects that created them are not mine
but merely borrowed and savored for too short a time.
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The rhythm in sight and sound of surf crashing, retreating,
crashing, retreating leaping white foam exploding
from sandy brown breakers ejecting
prismatic mist and rainbows racing
up the beach.
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I’ve put pen to paper and still the breeze blows
and still the waves roll and crash at my feet,
white foam creeping over my low beach knoll
chasing us back in a strategic retreat.
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Quietly the tide sneaks up the scalloped sands
toward our umbrella’d outpost while we dance
chasing a shadow ’round the beach and chance
a cat-n-mouse game with a sun prone to violence.
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I have escaped time into a nirvana for one,
existing perfectly, integrated with the world
feeling every wisp of wind and ray of sun,
seeing every drop of water, splashed and hurled,
hearing all the sounds immersing me rhythmically in
a wave of euphoria to drown all quotidian.
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-2009
