Ya! Beech Walk......(Paranoia….A Compulsive Rant) Poem by saadat tahir
Ya! Beech Walk......(Paranoia….A Compulsive Rant)
Stroll you as the lapping way.
Lick your feet in drooly spray.
Advancing design of a wave.
A lecherous path I see it pave.
Barefoot amble, beach you not.
Evil spirits within it caught.
Jagged bits from smiling shark.
And lovelorn idlers vain bark.
Step love careful as you walk.
Curvy dunes; shall, you balk.
Watch that drone where it be.
Hovers about too close to thee.
Seagull swoops to take a whiff.
The hummer too vying a sniff.
Barnacles lie around an wait.
Feast on you in silence sate.
Hate the zephyr for its touch.
An the land, footsteps clutch.
Oh the brushes! Prune to bits!
Ankles tap to whack my wits.
A brazen sun glares to extol.
The bino hunkered on that Knoll.
(Islamabad)
(May 27,2009)
(mate, you forced my hand...lol, there will be hell to pay)
As i shifted weight and pulled up my beach sun shade visor lifting up my lazy yawny soma on an elbow dug in the sand, scratching off some of the sticky white sand from my side, squinting in the bright midday sun i saw her slowly swaying along the lapping waters of the shore. She was so shapely and long legs made sure she had an inbuilt cat walk style. I loved being with her, who wdnt be…
As I snored spread out on the beach mat, after a rather ummmm “wholesome” morning….. :)
She ambled rather aimlessly, alone. OMG I suddenly realized, ALONE! Heck there was a battalion of oglers, rt left above front back, I saw her surrounded and in the hairlines in many places. Being a mil man it conjured up the flight or fight syndrome in me.
Naturely I being the battalion commander took up the issue with the seriousness that it deserved. My troop was under attack….. so on and so forth, hence the mil jargon. The poem was written a bit later but with the aura intact.
sat-*
i just remembered the reference to drones. and are hummers the four-wheeled vehicles? it is too bad that a poem which i think mostly speaks of the things of Nature is written when drones etc (for military purposes) are considerations for the poet and/or the reader. but i suppose long before people began to communicate stories via poetry or prose, there have been hostilities among men, be they involving sharpened sticks or missiles. i think it was good of you to include drones in the stroll along the beach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 8:00:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
five years later: i'm looking for poems for my November showcase (of poems from PH poets of the Indian subcontinent. i'm looking in MyPoemList and found this, and read it again, and your Poet's Notes [[Thanks! ]], and the poem again. still there are parts of poem i don't get; there are quite a few! i like the sound of it, and i like it better now that i read the Poet's Notes. why Beech, not beach in title and one place in poem, and in Poet's Notes? i shall read another. bri :)