Beach After Dark
This is a poem for Poefusion’s Friday Five. This week’s words were: dog trainer, pie, beach, whistle, and bills. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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This beach is almost vacant after dark;
the juncture of pale peach sand and silent,
whispering ocean waves rests underneath
a sunset rainbow strata of coral,
turquoise, cornflower, and midnight black.
The ocean is a mirror, reflecting
the sky strata in reverse. The children,
who during daytime play sit and make sand
castles and mud pies in scattered bead-string
groups, are gone; the dog trainer in beach bum
uniform whose charges come when he calls
them with a single, clean whistle, has gone
home; and the eclectic collection of
beachgoers has receded like the ocean
waves to their night time destinations. Now,
only a few seagulls remain, flying
short arrow paths with their bills jutting out
as if to slice the evening sky, and we,
we wait for the promise of impending
moonlight so that we can walk, hand in hand,
alone and undisturbed with only the
moon, the stars, and the ocean present as
silent witnesses to our night time stroll.
Written 6/19/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Nicole this poem reminds me of my honeymoon and how we waited for the sun to go down so we could walk along the ocean’s side. We strolled along hand in hand looking for the occasional seashell. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. Have a nice day.
You too, and I’m glad I could redirect you to Memory Lane. I wrote this, looking forward to my own wedding and honeymoon this October.
-Nicole
i really, really like this. it’s so vivid. the description of the rainbow strata’s my favorite part.
Thank you.
Writing this made me want to find a beach at sunset and see the sunset rainbow.
-Nicole
Oh, your poem is enveloping, draws me into the beach.
You’ve captured a sense of peace here. I really like your use of color and detail — like a great painting.
Thank you, Nathan and Cynthia.
-Nicole
..there is no better place to refresh the spirit… yes, indeed memory lane… grew up by the beach, was always there.. thank you for the lovely reminder, you have described it well..
And thank you, pieceofpie, for stopping by and reading.
-Nicole
I agree with Nathan, what a gorgeous painting! It made me fall in love with words all over again..
Thank you, Ayesha.
-Nicole
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