Musinamor Poem by Sophia White

Musinamor Beach is white in the sun
And along the hot shore the waters run
Under bare feet the sands burn
My walk along Musinamor is not yet done.

I have walked for a long and tortured time
With my shallow words and my graceless rhyme
And precious little to do
I walk in the mocking mood of a mime.

My footsteps fill with searing sand
The shore is dull and the sea is bland
All I want is to be done
For this lifeless stroll on Musinamor to end.

I look back at the sands I’ve traversed
That echo with blank and wearied verse
My only solace and comfort
As I endure this Time-defying curse.

Ahead the sands stretch almost endlessly
So long I must wander so hopelessly
But the end is in sight
However set on the horizon so distantly.

Alone I walk with no comforting friend
And must forge ahead for myself to fend
But the sun is falling slow
And this walk along Musinamor shall end.