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

[Ardra]

I feel very dry reading this poem... as if the soul is sucked into nothingness..(am not sure that's even a word :P)

mmmm can't find that exact word am feeling but yes, its not at all a happy feeling ... i hope the mermaid washes up the shore and make you feel better :)
and make you write some happy poems... :))