Wednesday, March 31, 2010

the unexplainable man: at the beach






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





6 comments:

human being said...

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...

Jenny Enochsson said...

"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!

Gerry Boyd said...

Bravo, timmy, Bravo!

Ande said...

This was incredible. I love the feeling you get across, lone elements and humans.

Tom said...

I have often felt like this. The beach is my real element.

timmy said...

thanks to all ... you guys are the greatest ...