Empty seashore
The seashore is empty!
In the sea breeze, a vision—
your form!...
a puzzle!... with the pieces of your absence
joined in the refrain of the lapping waves—
pebbles, seaweed, and seashells.
Upon the emerging pebbles,
your light tread!...
An Aphrodite passing by,
steeped in the brine of youth,
leaving behind—in the fading wave—
a note of a wild waltz for this refrain.
Amidst the tangled seaweed,
your embrace!...
tight against the body of beauty,
loosened in the storm of desire,
two rose petals surrendered to the foam,
a note of stolen love—this refrain.
Upon the broken shells,
a shared promise—
the vow of an eternal love,
violated in the shifting sands,
like a shipwreck’s keel snapped in two;
the empty shoreline—a puzzle piece.
Written: June 21, 2023
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As an island in isolation, in an oceanic lure
I stand firm, a solitary figure, in this vast azure
Facing the seashore, where waves crash in an uproar
Their mighty roar echoes through my core.
They touch the land with force and might.
Creating a symphony of the seashore's delight
But as quickly as they come, they retreat.
Leaving behind a foamy sheet
Broken dreams are shattered.
Akin to pieces of shattered glass.
The seashore becomes flattered.
For the waves eternal dance
In solitude, I find solace and peace.
As the rhythm of the waves brings me release
I am but a witness to their beauty and grace.
As they rise and fall in this sacred place
The seashore, a sanctuary of dreams untold
Where the ocean's secrets unfold
With every crashing wave, I am reminded
Of the power of nature, undivided
In this moment of sheer grace
I embrace the ebb and flow of this vast space.
For within these shores of solitude
I find my own quietude.
In the midst of chaos and commotion
I find serenity and devotion.
On a walk along the seashore…a moment this old couple wouldn’t have wanted to miss:
As the sun was setting they watched a young couple wade into the ocean and innocently steal a kiss.
The old couple did not know the young couple…never before had they ever seen them.
But they smiled wondering if this was the first time love had ever passed between them.
And when the moment…as ever moment does…slipped into the past…
hand in hand this old couple secretly hoped…it would not be their last.
At the seashore, a late evening.
The scenic beauty; I am enjoying.
People are running;
So I am watching.
Writing an unfinished story;
Continuing from the moment of glory.
Shallow waves touches my feet;
Makes my feet neat.
I am back in my homeland.
And it is an epic weekend.
Sun is about to set,
And my feet are still wet.
Here comes the creepy dark cloud;
Making loud sound.
Thunder is striking,
Wind is blowing,
And I am singing;
A SAD SONG.
It starts dribbling,
And I am still sitting, soaking.
Ferns behind me are dancing;
As the wind is blowing.
The embracing scenic beauty,
Has become dirty.
Now it’s gloomy,
And I am feeling doomy.
Rain is washing off the black ink on my white paper,
So I am searching for my draper,
While I am still singing;
THAT SAD SONG.
Its pouring heavy;
And I am shaky.
The unfinished story; reamains unfinished.
Shaky makes me tired.
Still I am shivering,
And somebody is hugging;
It is my husband;
And I am being pampered.
He is cuddling;
While I am still shaking,
And I am now having a sound sleep.
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