Sand Cuts Below Foam

 

We spread our wings in warm weather and flew
into the salt waves of dusk.
Up to our waists in warm water, our feet were
eaten by the grainy teeth of sand,
till the sun set in a daisy rose and disappeared
into the black horizon
We held each other on the edge of freezing
as the wind blew in an uproar
some how louder in the darkness
There was a trembling that went beyond
the sting of breezes, our bodies a slam
of wetness against the world

 

Here, it is Autumn and I am still holding
the world at bay and touching
the nothingness that death leaves.
I flung your ashes like dull gray gulls
into the endless hunger of the sea and she threw
a shell onto the beach, pale peach and perfect
but split evenly into halves -
One in my hand, the other caught
in the storm of wild water,
unable to swim against the hard strength
that pulled it under -
caught in a cold force of closure

Reviews

[Stella]

I am blown away by your imagery and amazing description I felt like I could almost feel the cold breeze . Great Job!

[W.k.kortas]

It is valediction, perfectly expressed and every bit as gutsy as braving the seashore in November.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The words "for better or for worse" ring in my head as I read this.
It definitely speaks to me of undying devotion.

[Ken Simm.]

Flung your ashes like dark grey gulls. so much in that short line. So much in fact in the whole piece. It goes beyond what it says.

[Greg the Bard]

The ending of a relationship of any kind can seem to be a never ending circle and this write reminds me of just such a position. A friend told me that death and taxes are not the only sure things in life because God has set the tides in motion.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

What a relentless barrage of imagery. The symbols, sights and sounds were pretty amazing. It is a rare talent to take control over the emotions of others in such a way. Bravo.