Back to Beach

Cherry

By Bee

Tue, 11 Aug 2015
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18 comments
 

I went back to the beach but you were not there 

so I waited till half light and slept in the sand 

cooling till dark when I woke up and passed out 

the night with the moon for a friend and foxes 

who came curious to see if I had any food and I didn't 

I had a quiet spirit and peaceful thoughts which

they noticed with little interest and rightly left.



In the sun hour of rising I got up and washed the sea 

combed the beach and scaled the cliff 

to the top of the steep where I followed the coast path 

about five miles it felt and once I'd eyed the sign

I descended sharp steps hewn out of wet granite 

and found you in the cove there with dogs off leash 

one alive and three others happily bounding about 

you fully focussed on the ball you threw in their memory.



And as I approached you walked away 

with all your dogs in tow and me stood boldly unseen 

I didn't know what anything meant but after thought 

seconds I headed off home directioned and content 

to have been hungry to continue my journey

Certificate 12
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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ethereal and evocative, Bee...picture and poem, both.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Tina smiley

Bee

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Beautiful images...

kinda eerie...

Enjoyed!!!

Submitted by Bee on

Pleased you found it eerie. Thanks Terry.

Bee

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

A lovely meandering. Congratulations on the cherries. Well deserved.

Adam

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks hoalarg.

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Dear Editor,

Thanks for reading, and for cherries!

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

Is this another example of prose poetry.? I started reading it as if it were prose, but before the end, it was definately poetry. The images were floaty - like in a dream - dogs, dead and alive, people seen or unseen. Certainly it is interesting.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

I thought about your question, Jean, but I'm not really sure what it is. I can tell you what it's about though. At the start, the narrator goes to her usual beach, which is her dream, to look for him but he isn't there. She waits in and back out of sleep and then still in her dream makes her way to another beach, which is his dream and finds him there. But even though she makes her presence obvious, he doesn't see her because he isn't dreaming of her and so she goes home which is where she wakes up to normal life - glad to have had the hunger for her travels but accepting it's over.

I don't normally explain, but as this all came out of a dream, I thought I would. And because you found it interesting, which is great.

Thanks Jean.

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A thoughtful poem Bee, leading the reader to follow in the footsteps of the figure creating a landscape that is both haunting and also poingnant, but with a feeling of calm at the end.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Bee on

How very perceptive of you Jenny. 

Thank you.

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Many 'relaxation pundits' say the mind is as big as the universe if you use your imagination. Certainly I can see an example of this in this poem, you have been travelling without limits.

Excellent stuff.

Ed x

 

Submitted by Bee on

It's something I discovered for myself some time ago Ed. You can go / be wherever the mind takes you - with, or without whoever you choose. I'm thrilled you saw all that. Thank you for such wonderful comments. 

Xx

Bee

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

enjoyed this, v absorbing and different, was fairly pulled into it. i really like the phrase 'I got up and washed the sea' but I don't know why, quirky :-) reminded me how good it is to try different original phrases

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Stephen.

So sorry to have missed your thoughtful comments. Hope you get this now.

And thank you. 

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Stephen.

So sorry to have missed your thoughtful comments. Hope you get this now.

And thank you. 

Bee

Submitted by Denzella on

Beautiful  Bee,

This is a remarkable poem almost stream of consciousness but also reminiscent of W H Auden's 'Funeral Blues'  "Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun".  I loved it.

Moya

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Moya. Really pleased you loved it.

Bee