San Luis Obispo

I have this problem I'm working on,

but it may be a form of insanity

if I keep trying

the same thing,

expecting

different results.

 

Imagine

a piece of art,

or anything

that you consider to be beautiful.

Let's say

a gorgeous stretch

of an earthly,

sun swept shore.

In all its transient beauty,

I attempt to flatter this beach,

explain to it

how I love the way it suddenly

drops into the ocean.

How it is not a normal beach,

but a jutting of land,

carved, and framing the sea.

How it embraces the fog

as though

the mist were in love with it,

afraid

to ever part from it.

 

If I can simply tell this object of

aesthetic wonder

how beautiful it truly is

and how it makes my hormones surge

then

maybe one day

it can be mine.

 

Unfortunately,

I fear the shore could care less

how I think of its beauty.

The shore will never be mine,

no matter how much I flatter it.

Yet I am infatuated by it.

I just want to sleep on it,

and be washed

by the spray of the salt water.

 

This is where my insanity comes in.

The shore

is the most beautiful thing I know,

and it has my love,

but all it seems to care about

is where I happen to tread.

So no amount of flattery

will ever make

the shore fall for me.

Reviews

[See Feel]

This is my favorite poem of yours that i have read (so far). i really enjoy how the sea takes on a personality. you can almost make out a face in the water.
"how i love the way it suddenly drops into the ocean" is perfect. i like how the entire poem moves. for a second it felt journal like which i think lends itself really well to that frustration and beauty.

[Sparrow]

Mmmm vintage Mike, it's beautiful. The outright adoration of something you have no chance of having love you back. Love is a one way street sometimes but, if you're lucky you turn right and find yourself on a two way street and then you appreciate it all the more when they love you back.