Tangled fingers

Time wasted at the beach is time well spent

Beach toes, water hands and foam cups,

how fishes slip between solar oil

I know the dipping of the dunes

and the grass growing on their peaks

 

tangled fingers, long knives and sea crests

waves snapping in the winds

the sides of the water absorb

who will walk the jetty’s

 

the sea, the sea

 

the gulls calling the fish together

horizon cut by sailing vessels

throw a bone at the beachcomber

reveal the white whale bodies

 

where the sun will flood in the ground

and heaven melts with the blue sky

in the glow of wooden staves

there where the catch

counts the fishermen.

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

Reviews

[B]

I see such a clash between man and nature
Some elements of us are in harmony with nature
Like a fisherman
But all the bodies that travel the water should be forbidden
Cutting through the peace of water

Love your writes
I can't admire your pen enough :)

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thanks, Nisreen, for the nice remarks. Glad you liked this poem too. :) Rudi

[Delmar Cooper]

Beautiful. Thank you for sharing this and sharing a perspective I had never seen.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you so much, Delmar. It's a pleasure to give another perspective of the beach and the sea.
read moreThank you so much, Delmar. It's a pleasure to give another perspective of the beach and the sea.
:) Rudi

[B.J]

Wow that was beautiful to read. I could feel the nature of your work.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you. This is one of my recent poems. It's also one of my favourites.

[B.J]

your welcome