You know I didn’t wash up on the beach
like some vacant conch shell, emptied out inside
and full of nothing but dead wind. No, no ocean
crackles and snarls inside them, those amplifier ears,
those calcium and protein chests – blow the wind through them
and the music will come. But I am music. I am
wind. My woven witchery has been inside the soul of this island
since time could count and men could be slain
by its clock-hand blades.
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Writer’s Island #3: The Key
dropped off behind like a forgotten soul
the key, a jagged edge glint of gold
teeth turned towards the surf and
resting in the sand under the glaring noon
shadow voices ride the wind
skimmed from the surface of the ocean
they pour into my ears and
curl up inside
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Beach Rendezvous in Six Sentences
This is my first attempt at the six sentences form and was written for Read Write Poem prompt # 43: rubberneckers. I remembered the couple who took their nighttime beach walk in Beach After Dark and found out that walking was not the only thing they’d do that evening…heh heh.
Anyway, here it is. Do you feel guilty for intruding? Perhaps a little perverted? Uneasy? Fascinated? You be the judge of your own feelings. Enjoy.
-Nicole
P.S. If you want some more good example of Six Sentences, also check out Scot Young’s blog.
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She sits astraddle the young man, straight and tall, the queen of his night. Her part of the dance has just begun, a slow up-and-down rhythm that she rides in time to the ocean waves lapping at their secret midnight beach shore. The young man’s chiseled, yet soft arms reach up, guiding sweaty hands that gently dig their fingers into her waist. His buttocks tightens, pushing and propelling him further upward into a singular darkness of pussy and moonlit, star-punctuated skies. I watch from a distance, hidden behind a cluster of rocks, my eyes affixed to the scene. The heat rises up from their secret coupling and begins to infect my own loins with a warm, tingling wash.
Written 9/6/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
At The Beach
This hay(na)ku chain was written for Read Write Poem Prompt #38: Scratch-And-Sniff Poetry, Anyone?. Here is my take on the prompt. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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my
nose could
tell today’s story
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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,
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