went to the beach instead of looking for a job
cold morning no tourists the waves are white
the foaming rocks the hills and the gray sky
clouds roll up like limousines waves crash and die
cold raindrops riddle the sand fur of a running cat
police car stops for a hot dog in the rain
running down the beach the pit bull stops shell of a manta ray
sky god - triumphant sun god - devouring sea goddess - forgotten
no more messages but humans still watch the waves
human hand monster hand above the waves
the great hand of the sea and sky no fingers
for thirty seconds reality called to me
reality is reality and i'm only myself
bulbous seaweed ripped from the ocean floor
i wanted to kill myself i went and looked at the ocean i felt better
waves voices waves
fine sand across the muck like frosting
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6 comments:
waves
voices
choices
between looking for a job and beach, he chooses the second one...
among all the things on the beach, in the sky and in the ocean... he sees these images which are added one by one on the canvas of this beautiful poem...
between to be or not to be, he chooses to be...
'cause he sees both the sand and the muck...
all his choices explain a lot about him... so much so that we can understand him... we can love him... and that's enough, no?
:)
timmy... all your works fill me with a strange feeling that never leaves me... and i love it... a feeling which is UNEXPLAINABLE...
"i went and looked at the ocean
i felt better" So true!
I like this poem's mysterious quality very much. As usual with your stuff, this feels very human. Thanks!
Bravo, timmy, Bravo!
This was incredible. I love the feeling you get across, lone elements and humans.
I have often felt like this. The beach is my real element.
thanks to all ... you guys are the greatest ...
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