Poem: Against the Surf

A summer’s dayP1070402
at the beach:
We face the sand
and surf, rolling,
in a variety of crystalline
whites and marine blues,
Each surface reflecting
fragments of the other,
In layers of sand, stone,
building and cresting waves,
Pastelled sky with clouds.

But, should we turn,P1070394
we would see the greens
And grays that
hold the oceans in
Their tureens.
Cliffs of rock etched
by tides, and
Dunes hold tight
by roots of grasses,
Or, weathered trees
or, roses clinging
To the mud from
brackish ponds.P1070443

Without these walls
and marshes,
The sea would invade,
pulling our homes
To Atlantis’ depths.



P1070424 P1070440


About hermitsdoor

Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
This entry was posted in Travel and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

13 Responses to Poem: Against the Surf

  1. Miss Lou says:

    Beautifully conveyed – thanks for sharing.

    The pictures are lovely too – fitting the topic of choice 🙂

    Miss Lou

  2. Mother Suzanna says:

    Nice you stayed long enough to arrive at “a poem is ready to write”. Nice rest, calming thoughts.

  3. juliekrantz says:

    Nice to meet you, Hermitsdoor–and thanks for checking out my poetry!

  4. Laurie says:

    Ahh … the beach.

This Hermit's Door is Open: Step in & Share Your Opinion

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s