Duncannon Beach, evening time
The light by the last wave lingers on fronds
of seaweed fingering wave-wet rocks where
brim-filled pools overflow before they
empty when the water surges then sucks,
surges, then sucks. Small anemones first
finger gently, then kiss hungrily as
they sluice down passing plankton too fine for
my eyes, which greedily feast on the sands
glistening, sunwarmed, lit by the last
light of day while slow footsteps meander
with the gentle waves rhythms, rising, falling,
so calming in my ears, that crest falling
with an almost silent swish, hearbeat’s grace,
footfall pace, soothing place. Salt scented air
embraces me, wrapping me, comforting me.
All troubles tumbled away calmed first,
washed by light where the last wave lingers.
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Sea weed fingering wave-wet rocks, wonderful expression – class poem Kevin, thanks for sharing.
12 May, 2015
Dia duit Kevin.
This is a lovely piece, Kevin. Thank you, for posting it. I hope all is well, with you, and yours.
Lovely. Reading it aloud sounds like a lullabye, soft and gentle.