Hard a Lee

Adrift in folding seas of memory

Floating aimless as thought convolutes

The horizons and viewpoints fade in sunset cloud

Etched wetness of long dried tears ridge equal lines of skin drift

Run in wrinkled sunlit squinted remembrance

Of days so bright and bouncing waves 

Race delightedly dancing on hard wet sanded beaches

By forgotten swollen tidal wakes of sodden sicknesses

Ever longer smashing on cracked uneven jetties

For what was her name who laughed so freely

Or rolled in naked abandon  in wet white curls of sandy surf

Really what ocean was that  salty shimmer of recall

Ever down all the days and days of unseen consequence

Our bouncing  bruised  battery by bloody Fate's retaliatory fury

Resmiling now in earned satisfaction for what was faced so fiercely

Now counting costs  in complacent blindness of forgotten dreams

One fist clénches one finger raised in steady defiance

While clouds sail by in studied indifference

Reviews

[Valentine]

A very nice write, even flow and thought provoking. Makes one think. Valentine

[Ken Simm.]

Now this is what you do so well me old mate. I am taken with any number of single lines in this but I particularly like the last line. The whole concieves a real picture in my mind.

[Delmar Cooper]

If one word was required as comment the word I would choose is fluid. This an artful work of juxtaposition of person and sea back and forth trough to crest. I liked the bold alliterative usage and the subtle assonance of this poem. Toward the end , I confess, I was wishing for a bit of Dramamine, but my sea legs soon returned.

Thanks for sharing.