I walked alone in the morning
while others slept
navigated my tracks
through dead fish and snakes
-it was low tide
the sea deposited
its ugly secrets
on the beach
as fisherwomen
hung their dirty linen
out there to dry
I walked alone in the evening.
the waves swallowed a golden ball
bled orange and crimson
on a weeping horizon
jumped high to create walls
to block the view of sun’s exit
from a not-so-pretty day
Far away,
tourists ogled at bounteous curves
A designer planned his next fashion line
with diaphanous drapes
that made women look pure
as if unwrapped from cellophane
for visual delight
I came again at noon
to feel the cool rage of oceans
against the warmth of dunes
all the poetry,
all the research
all the revellers
all the traders
fail to unveil
aquatic secrets
The disconnect remains
uncovered and wide

I love your description of the sunset
“the waves swallowed a golden ball
bled orange and crimson
on a weeping horizon”
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Thank you so much, Melissa!
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Wonderful poem, Reena! I love walking the beach.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thank you so much, Yvette!
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Love all the different scenes at the beach, from fishwives to fashion and into the desterted beach at last… lika a day passing.
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Thanks! The prompt required a story.
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This is superb, Reena. Brava!
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Thanks a ton!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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There’s a book, “The Empty Sea,” about the drastic effects of overfishing & how its do damaging to aquatic ecosystems. The problem, the author noted, is that the surface of the sea tells you nothing — same wide blue expanse — hiding all the truths below. Says a lot about the mistakes we make relying only on what we see at the beach.
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I’m sure aquatic life resents the beach revellers. Thank you, Brendan!
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I love this ekphrastic poem, Reena, and the way you explored all of its possibilities. I love the honesty of the first stanza, with the ‘ugly secrets’ deposited on the beach and the dirty linen hung out to dry, and the contrast of the evening beach, full of colour in the second, and the ‘cool rage of oceans against the warmth of dunes’ in the final stanza. Oh, those aquatic secrets, will we ever know them?
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From what zoologists and botanists tell us, we know less than 10 pc.
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Gorgeous imagery, especially “I came again at noon
to feel the cool rage of oceans
against the warmth of dunes”. Bravo!
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Thanks for the engagement, Gary! Much appreciated.
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I liked this one. Had a great feel to it as you went back and forth to the beach. 😊
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Thanks for stopping by, and reading!
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Very nicely done, Reena. I really like what you have done with the prompt and your story. These lines were wonderful….
I walked alone in the evening.
the waves swallowed a golden ball
bled orange and crimson
on a weeping horizon
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Thank you so much, Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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Awesome, Reena!
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Thanks, Liz!
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Your poem feels story-like … satisfying to mind / soul.
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Glad it feels satisfying 😃 Thanks so much, Helen!
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Amazing poetry and thoughts Reena
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Thank you so much, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome
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