On A Far Away Beach At Dawn
Your face is etched in the stars that dot a sky about to lose its black
Mirrored as a reflection on a luminous sheet of sea at low tide
The image skittered like sand pipers dissolving as the first rays
Of an impatient sun scattered light on the slate gray sand
A harsh westerly blew to shore and slapped my face
Assails my nose with the briny redolence of shoreline waste
From afar clam diggers sat on empty pails digging and
Poking with bamboo spatulas the water logged sand
I heard your voice mingle with the twittering of the shore birds
As they skipped and darted leaving their v marks on the glistening sand
I thought of my easy chair, my garden, I thought of your smile...of home
A harsh westerly slapped my face, a briny redolence assailed my nose.
You have placed a glorious picture in my mind. It is all wonderful and as your lines our outstretched it stretches the images even more. The work of an excellent poet. Top marks! Karin Anderson
As I read the lines my imagination started to drum up and I could see right away the images especially the early dawn in a beach, the saffron skies, cold wind, kids digging, the low tide, blah, blah, blah. Yeah, it's great, I nearly pick up my brush and canvas if you know what I mean. Excellent creation is my verdict at this moment.
Eddie I enjoyed this poem, for a second I could see that far away beach, wonderful imagery, depth of feeling, a very lovely poem.A 10
Nice, descriptive, and I can feel the grit in the wind. well done. T
A far away beach seems very near while reading this poem, but you are already missing your easy chair, your garden and the most of all her smile..... Regards Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amazing imagery sir.....admirable work....110