On The Beach Poem by Kevin Patrick
On The Beach
Tuesday was dehydrated when
The afternoons was past its prime,
Heat still writhes with tropic inebriation
But the St Lawrence, is blanketed in coolness
Crisped swimmers line the sands; planning their salvation
Until beached pilgrims merge
With their sweated sins are purged
From the beach I dive like a sunburned Celt
Launching volleys that turn into ether
But as I lay siege, I'm bound by inner peace
Nirvana wrapping me in the swell of a blue calyx
Memories dissolve, and drown into the abyss
Where lions are tamed with their symmetry framed
And fears swallowed by the sun
As deaths a dream where tears are none
Embalmed in the still shade of time
Green weeds bulge towards the surface
Splintering rays that colour peaks of passion
Over the amniotic river, that sieves maternal melody
Dripping in shells, the blast of heavens fathoms
Holding back primordial sounds duress
And leaves the ghosts of senseless rhymes
The perfect song lost to ears
I plunge, ploughing like pixie in a playground
Surfing greenery, in prairies of kelp
Floating like a make-believe dolphin
Praying for evolution to give me gills
For in my bones
I know I'm home
Above the sun pierces the waters skin
Memories of breathing, crucify my lungs
Gravity pulls me back to the living
Out from the seas of the naked church
Where waves dye on the beach
And childhood is out of reach
This is a wonderful poem! The substance at the background of the poem makes it captivating...top score
I love the way you use words- - - - - - - Tuesday was dehydrated when The afternoons was past its prime, Heat still writhes - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Crisped swimmers line the sands; planning their salvation- - - - - - -Surfing greenery, in prairies of kelp. The title made me think of Nevil Shute's novel On The Beach. I am extremely influenced by titles, I wish more writers put this kind of thought into the title that is the preface, the lead in, the stage setting. And your creative use of words has me jumping up and down! ! Great write- -you say you are not a poet.... ummmmm, watch it, you might be proving yourself wrong!
Beautiful scenes of beach is added with the notes of your intelligence which is just mixed with enough ingredients to attract the hearts of the feeble and the strong.. Thank you so much Kevin Patrick..
This is a brilliant work. There's something life affirming, especially in the last stanza. As I started reading, I immediately recalled Shute's novel, On the Beach. In that work, the world ends. In your work, the world is rediscovered. Just amazing!
Memories of breathing crucify but strengthens in this interesting phase of life. What an amazing imagery is drawn really! This is interesting too. Green weeds bulge towards the surface with passion. EXCELLENT.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Above the sun pierces the waters skin Memories of breathing, crucify my lungs Gravity pulls me back to the living Out from the seas of the naked church Where waves dye on the beach And childhood is out of reach - wonderful poem...voted 10