A Vast Radiant Beach

Waveless wonders where will once was
A soulless man stands
Where the sea meets the beach
The dried hardened sands and the cracks of it all
Whilst whittled driftwood
Tells tales and marks time
Whilst stars blanket the moonless sky
The dry, dry beach beneath his feet
In darkness he stands
And is exposed
The firmament offers little illumination
And the sound of waves are not perceived
Where should whales and dolphins click
Are no sounds
The sea is sick
On this rough, dried beach
The soulless man thirsts
His parched lips and tongue
Find no sate
Deciding to move
Deciding to remain
The soulless man is weightless
He withers and wafts on winds

The title shamelessly stolen from a Jim Morrison poem

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Sorry I haven't seen you around the cafe when I'm here, so I've missed reading you. I found this in my reading library, which I've been trying to catch up on! This is a great poem with intriguing imagery that paints a variety of ideas in my mind. At first I was thinking of this as a commentary on the empty man looking at the sea. But about halfway thru, I started thinking of this as the man looking at the empty sea . . . or in other words, a commentary about the mess we humans have made in our oceans. Your commentary could go either way & I always used to love reversible stuff! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Carson Kramer]

Thank you, Margie. Hugs, and Happy Holidays.