On the Beach.
I walk down the dunes
onto the beach
where horses have pounded their hooves
in an early morning workout ;
where mermaids are sometimes seen
rising from the shallows
as if wading to shore
and where the old man with the red, lumpy face
as if stung by bees
ghost-walks his love
- pic courtesy of pinterest
❤️
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cheers, Beth; still not sure if this one has wings —
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I like it!
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Such great imagery John. “Ghost walking” such a wonderfully reminiscent phrase tinged with sadness.
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thanks so much, Brian and thanks for your belief in this post 🙂 ‘ghost-walking’ is a phrase I’ve never heard but it popped into my head as this chap was walking as if holding the hand of someone absent —
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That’s beautiful, John.
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hard to believe, Eden, that I ditched this post till my mate, Brian, rang me, and said’ What happened to that post? It’s wonderful. I want to leave a comment’. So thank you, Brian 🙂
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Yes, thanks to Brian! The last line is hearbreaking-ly good.
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Magical scene, John. I love the bee-stung face, and the hoove-pounded beach. Beautiful imagery.
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🙂 glad you liked it, Katie; the poem reminds me of an Aussie picture story book I read my children and later my grandchildren. It’s called ‘The Magic Beach’ by Alison Lester. Perhaps your kids will love it too 🙂
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The magic of the beach!
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yes ! it’s funny I wouldn’t have written this ‘cept it was too sunny and mild to go to the gym so I went down to the dunes, up and down sandhills higher and higher to get there, and ended up on this forlorn beach you hear tales about, like mermaid sightings, and I came across this guy ghost – walking and that’s where I wrote this poem —
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Good thing the weather sent you off to the dunes! Funny how some poems just have a way of writing themselves!
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it makes you think: all the poems that go unwritten because you weren’t there —
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That leaves me feeling a little wistful…
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Very nice
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I was there ! I was on that beach !
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Such a good poem – full of atmosphere and story.
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thanks Kim; glad you liked it 🙂
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Fantastical and sad… I like how you showed the effects of things that aren’t seen.
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thanks Dave; I was there, on that forlorn beach; it felt strangely haunted; the poem fell into place —
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Thanks John 😀 Anita
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There is a lot said here
There is a lot left for me to imagine
This one is MAGIC!
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yes, that’s how an effective piece of writing should work; it’s a tricky balance 🙂
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Can’t help but form the picture in my head. I can see every feature in my mind’s eye
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thank you; I didn’t post the poem till I had the images just right; the first version I ditched —
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