BEACH WALK

BEACH WALK

A Poem by Zeek4
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The juxtaposition of life. Strolling on the beach in Coronado, California.

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it’s gorgeous-----sunny as I stroll the ocean’s edge, a gentle breeze

wafting off the sea

  

on the horizon warships silhouetted against blue sky 

 

 i leave waffle patterns as i meander a serpentine trail

 

   avoiding the wet 

 

   behind me navy seals, occasionally running past as the

                          lieutenant tries to break their spirit

 

           a group of sanderlings scurry across dampened beach

                    little legs twirling as if spinning on an axel

 

    the roar of an f15 screeches overhead making pass after pass  

   honing skills to one-day land on a patch of metal bobbing on the

                                                      sea

 

         i hear thuds as seagulls bounce clams off hardened sand

        looking for a treat

 

   out of site stand huge flat-topped monoliths with enough weapons

                                         to wipe out a country

 

            a group of beauties scream as they tiptoe into the sea 

 

      off the point nuclear subs are based waiting for deployment

 

                                                a little girl

innocence on her pixie face   

                                  picking jewels from the sand

                            

      as i pass she looks up and smiles

 

                                      what a world we live in

 

             i hear the roar of the ocean and feel mist on my face

 

         it’s still a beautiful day

© 2012 Zeek4


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You're a talented story teller, the transitions of visions into emotion are seamless. The perceptions are profound and simple with an appreciative nature for the nature of everything. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


There are two wandering pictures melded into one here, a comparison of harsh grey reality with the gentle how-it-should-be. The meanings, thoughts, go from: ' ..tries to break their spirit .. ' to ' .. picking jewels from the sand.'

This is a delightful change of style. And yes, it must be a beautiful day!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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