Remnants of A Past

A stroll on the beach oft times grants the heart and soul peace.

I kick the sand watching waves turn into the shore,
there's no-one in sight, it's a lonely and patient place,
a time to allow my soul to release pains I'm feeling.
The sun ascends higher and higher arousing the earth,
lending warmth and food for a day of unknown
as whitecaps cleanse residue from the seashore.

Sea gulls wobble to and fro hoping for a morsel
as tiny sand crabs scurry digging another hiding place.
There are no footprints remaining on the beach,
my tears have long washed out to sea.
I wonder how many woes have left this shoreline
to look for a plane to hide in a safe archive? 

Memories remain in those hearts and souls who shed them,
leaving remnants of their shattered pasts.
Their recollections often return as they stroll the beach
trying to mend scars remaining deep in their hearts.
They cannot stay away from this particular coastline
as they try to continue a healing from stinging pasts.

Their bruises and blemishes are as they were yesterday,
unpleasant and sore like it was only hours ago.
There's a continual detaching until all that's left is stolid
and without tempers or agitations of sadness of time.
They want a renewal, a life without feelings or rejections
from emotions and sentiments clinging as inflamed scabs.

Barbara Kasey Smith is the write of this poem - Copyright@2012 - Use with permission only 

Reviews

[bela]

A lovely poem with lot of images

[Barbara Kasey Smith]

Bela - thanks much for the review!

[carol burgess romance]

I also live next to the ocean and walk it's shorelines often to help cleanse my spirit....lovely read filled with emotions

[Barbara Kasey Smith]

Thanks Carol - the ocean can conjure up many images to write about - appreciate you!

[Barbara Kasey Smith]

Thanks much - life carries many unexpected package & they can cause people to stop & reflect on them. I appreciate you!

[steppenwolf]

I especially like "...a lonely and patient place."

[Barbara Kasey Smith]

Thanks Luke - most people's writings come from memories that linger in the heart & soul of a person, they can be profound and spoken in truths. I appreciate your read & excellent review - I love writing from the heart. Blessings, Barbara Kasey Smith

[Luke Rawlings]

This poem is really good. Your use of imagery made me feel like I was there in the poem, on that very beach. The change in theme from the beach to the more wider aspect of what I thought was healing, was awe-inspiring. You have written a really good piece, I particularly love the last line. "Clinging as inflamed scabs" is very powerful :)