Silence

It is in my heart beat
the sound of seas from shells
that I held
too big against my ear
and wished for the ocean,
the lapping waves
and sandcastles
we tried so frantically to save
and the shave of spades
scraping at the sand,
we dug to Australia
but never reached
and went home
tired and sore
into a car with leather seats
that burned.
Silence, is all around us
in the wing span of a bird,
the cry of a gull
as it circles, mewing like
a newborn baby.
It is in my heart beat
and the rush of water
as I turn a tap
and wish to wash away
a thousand hurts
that grit in my eyes.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 694 times
Written on 2010-10-15 at 21:08

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


John Ashleigh
So suttle, but with so much emotion. You have so much talent, and I'm enjoying reading your poetry. Keep writing. I'll be here to read them.

Regards,
John.
2010-12-04


shells
This one is definitely special to me as I grew up with the ocean, can definitely identify with this, though I was lucky re: the leather seats, I was able to walk to the beach! Somethng sad about the ending though.
2010-10-16


Peter J. Kautsky
enjoyed this. The contrast of the tap water with the ocean is great.
2010-10-15


NicholasG
Wow. This one must be special to anyone who grew up near an ocean...and the leather seats. Agony.
Nick
2010-10-15