Beach (2/10)

by Ardor
  • February 1, 2012
  • Poetry
  • Spiritual · Lyrical
Washed up on the hard shore.
My shoulders cold, sensation.
My eyes peer all over my body.
I have found myself now.

The reflection in the rock pool-
the lonely stare into natural mirrors.
The rush it sends is great.
I know what I look like now.

The beach is starting to fall apart.
The acidic rain of change builds up,
in layers which last a million years.
After all this time, I have found myself.

The flight on our waves.
My teeth are shining through the sand.
Here is where we are set free now;
I know what I am capable of now.
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Blues commented · Tue Feb 07, 2012 4:38 pm

Adam!

I'm here to review. commend and congratulate you on everything. Let me warn you that I don't understand a thing about poetry. A thing. xD

And I still don't! xD There's really nothing I can say. I love it all! :)

The beach is starting to fall apart.


This line isn't that clear. How can a beach fall apart? Beach huts can fall apart and cliffs can crumble, so I'm slightly confused.

But otherwise, well done! :D



Go in fear of abstractions.
— Ezra Pound