The day the beach sand spoke

When I imagine sitting on that beach,

and soothing waves coax memories to cease,

I wonder if a grain of sand could teach,

this longing heart one moment of true peace.

I write your name in wet sand and retreat,

and watch the ocean flow into your curves.

A single malt's my friend, no ice, just neat,

your face, my morning, noon and night d'oeuvres.

Salty spin-drift splashes this surreal dream -

your head, no more relaxing on my chest.

No words I have just many silent screams - 

my heart, abandoned, now an empty nest.

I look to where I thought I wrote your name.

A blank sheet beach hides all our burning flames. 

Author's Note

Image = Aminasoucoyant, by Matt Ferell (deviantart)

Reviews

[thetish]

Ahh, I feel your words deeply. Thank you for sharing.

[SleeplessVolcano]

You are welcome. I appreciate it that you could relate.

[Poetic License]

Whew. That is heart wrenching.

"When I imagine sitting on that beach,
and soothing waves coax memories to cease,"

It brings to mind of a time I used to sit on the empty beaches of South Florida, watching and listening and trying to find the answers from the mutterings of the waves.

By far and away, these lines hold the most power for me.

"I write your name in wet sand and retreat,
and watch the ocean flow into your curves."

Just wow. I love this image. I can see the water and foam, see the sand degrade, give way and slide way, smell that salty water receding.

Very powerful poem. Hits the heart and never lets go. I love this.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you very much for your encouraging review. I was researching a beach vacation when this sonnet sneaked up on me and strangled me into submission....I love it when poetry invades our days like that :)

[Poetic License]

To be sure! Absolutely phenomenal! I can't believe "research" grabbed hold of you like that! Honestly, I swore you were sitting on the beach, feet bathing in the wash when you wrote this! Holy moly your talent is astounding. Double kudos, my friend! This is going in my favorites!

[SleeplessVolcano]

Oh you have no idea :) I'll be driving and then a few words from a song, like "Careless whisper" will arrest me so that I'll have to pull over and write a poem :)

[Poetic License]

SNARF!!!! I soooo feel your pain! The only thing worse is when you swear you're going to remember that "perfect" opening line for a poem and by the time you go to write it....poof! Gone!

[SleeplessVolcano]

Mmmmmm....maybe we can write one of those
"Master memory" best sellers using only poetry ;)

[Poetic License]

Wicked. Truly, truly wicked! Right back atcha! ;)