Beached Morning
Steel grey above;
We tripped the silver beach
At some crisp, splintered morning
Traced beyond our line of reach,
We breathed the fluted air as if
In some remembrance
Of dreams once dreamed, let slip and tossed
Beyond deliverance.
And rivulets of cold did etch
Stark patterns in the sand,
While silence tugged at rock and pool
To spill their contraband;
I stole for you a morning shell
That caught the coloured sun,
But dreams and shells once dreamt and thieved
Mist over, every one.
The sea will lap the sandbar
The sand catch at the foot,
While we, so lost in wonder
Are as children, waking up.
The dream we live is lonely,
The plans we build – like sand,
The shell sparks at the sunlight
And I reach for your hand.
David Lewis Paget
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BEACHES
Breathtakingly Beautiful! Ezmerelda
POEMS
You are so prolific, how long have you been storing up these wonderous poems?
Ezmerelda
Beached Morning.
Thanks Ezmeralda, your positive comments all help me to keep my nose to the grindstone while there is still time. The poetry that I'm publishing on this site was written over a period of 40 years, so not so prolific really. I suppose I've written about 500 poems over that period, with only just over 300 that I consider good enough to survive. I started back in 1966, inspired I think by the marvellous lyrics of Lennon-McCartney. I wasn't a song-writer, but I thought that I could do the same thing with poetry. 'Beached Morning' was written 29 April 1986, after an early morning walk on the beach at Port Hughes, South Australia, where I live. It was a crisp, cold morning, and everything was fresh and dewy. The sky was overcast and grey, threatening rain, but with the sun peeping through and giving everything a special glow. That's where the 'Steel grey above' came from, then it went from there. My marriage of the time was in difficulties, which sparked the 'dreams once dreamed, let slip and tossed/Beyond deliverance.' Also the 'plans we build - like sand.' Quite sad in retrospect, because there was no saving that relationship.
Still, life goes on. Thanks for your continued interest.
David
MR. PAGET POET
Sharing your thoughts is deeply appreciated. Nothing beats a good long walk on the beach early in the morning when things are troubling or problematic. That crisp freshness seems to be very cleansing and calming. You have described many of the walks I have taken in the same situation, only in a different location. Here in northern Michigan the beaches are still frozen and I am looking forward to spring to resume those walks. I am also looking forward to much more of your lovely poems. Sincerely, Ezmerelda