The ocean stole the beaches memories
washed away the footprints and castles of children
beneath the full moon each wave came
rose up and down the beach
turning the page of history
and this continues day after day
people come, laugh, play, fall in love
those people leave their imprint behind
only for the ocean to return and wipe it away
its a beautiful bittersweet cycle
the ring of a bell atop a bouy
echos in the distant horizon
counting one, two, three
each wave passing
each turn of the page
each memory
Your writing is beautiful. Your poems are beautiful. All are like artistically planted roses in the rose garden. You must read An Autobiography by Jawaharlal Nehru. Your destiny will change and you will become a man to catch men in life through words
thank you I am blown away by your comment, I will look up your suggestion.
What a wonderful poem Matthew, what an imagination you have.
thank you jenny inspiration comes in many different and wonderful ways, thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The opening line is so cool - it draws you into the rest of the poem. A 10 for sure
thanks again, I was really pleased with this poem and in particular the opening few lines