Palapas line a beach as
the sun is setting on his world.
A cool breeze coming in …
He thinks back of walking
the white sand with love.
She woke one morning to greet
the ocean, never to return.
Loneliness fills a space
where he once lived.
Happiness and comfort almost now forgotten.
Dancing on the shore at sunset.
Is she waiting for him to join her?
As he stands with his feet at the edge
of the tide, water’s ascension
grabs his ankles …
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
This poem grabs me too! Very nice.
ReplyDeleteLike this - a little mystery.
ReplyDeletethis is a mystery...time always presents the temptation to join it...in its reversal...nice take on the prompt Pam...bkm
ReplyDeleteThese leaves a lot to the imagination. Intelligently rendered.
ReplyDeleteyou are in a beach,
ReplyDeleteglad you made it.
you bet she is waiting for him...
romantic poetry.
well penned.
Excellent work, Pam..so much to contemplate. How quickly goes time.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the visit Philip.
ReplyDeleteA mystery it is Ollie :)
ReplyDeleteBarb, time does that sort of thing to you.
ReplyDeleteThanks square corner.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary, it does pass quickly.
ReplyDeleteJingle I wish I were on the beach :)
ReplyDeleteYou grabbed me, with the sands of time. It is nice to reflect on those magic moments, that ebb n' flow in our hearts n' minds!
ReplyDeleteThis is a romantic tale.......him standing at the shore, remembering ..... the water grabbing his ankles.........well done!
ReplyDeleteElla thanks for the comment.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherry and isn't life just like that?
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