Beachcombing
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oil painting of my son and nephew painted by me
Clouds floating across the azure blue sky like sailing ships over serene sea on a sunny afternoon
Two barefooted boys beachcomb the warm sandy beach leaving footprints behind
Unaware that there is another world around them
listening only to the resonant sonorousness sounds of the sea
cold sea air rolling inland ruffled their hair
Calm waves silently creep leaving a slight spume over the golden tanned sand
then slowly drawing a breath, taking their footprints back into its turquoise depth
The boys seem to take pleasure
daydreaming of visionary fantasy of hopes
scanning the sand for treasures
that has washed up upon the shore
Perhaps a treasure map in a bottle written long ago
or a carved figure mounted on a pirate ship’s bow
cocoon in the sand only shown when the waves roll back
Soon the sun will draw it curtains close
and the night will yawn a whiff of cool air
exposing its sublime moon
Two weary boys walk away from the beach leaving footprints behind
carrying a handful of seashells and stories to tell
12/8/2016
The painting above the poem is an oil painting of my son and nephew painted by me, I call it, " Beachcombing".
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
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