One summer day (while we still have the strength to lie)
We are going to the beach. Our boys
with their bare-chested masculinity
and our daughter, modest pink.
Beach bag packed-- toy shovels and pails,
large towels, snacks and a novel for me to read
reclined on the edge of the water.
We will watch the kids dance in waves,
childhood ritual that teaches them
of fish and how the buoyancy of their bodies
make them freer than they could ever be
standing on their feet. You and I will stay
landlocked, dig our flesh deep
into the sand, bury our lies beneath;
those secrets that we have guarded from the ones
who still believe in mommies and daddies
and happily-ever-afters. As they build sand
castles to live in, we will walk through
the silence of our marriage, gathering shells
and pretend, for this one day, this one summer
that separation is merely a distance
and not an imminent conclusion.
Author notes
Weee! I posted something... I posted something...
LOL I just figured I had an account here... I could at least use it sometimes.
FYI Most of the stuff I've been writing lately hasn't/won't be posted here at AP. I have aspirations, damnit!
this is a second draft of something I'm working on...
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the silence of our marriage, gathering shells
and pretend, for this one day, this one summer
that separation is merely a distance
and not an imminent conclusion.
Sadly excellent.
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Thank you.
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i am happy that you have aspirations
sad that i dont get to read good poetry like this so often
elaine
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I just saw this poem on the newest page and then I went back and read a lot of your other stuff and I just have to say, you're an amazing writer. I love the way you describe things so eloquently and always have such interesting word choice that is so different from most of the poems you read around here.
As for this poem I just loved the imagery, it really tells a story.
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Thank you for that lovely compliment.
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. Damn it. It skipped my appluase
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A second draft, huh?
Like the story line for it. Common enough these days and it rings with truth. Not as clean in the language, as I've gotten used to in your more polished work, but I'm sure it's in progress.
Not saying it's bad but I can tell you're not done. Speaking of which, where are the emails of your poems that you promised me? -
wow!!!
WHen you post something, you really make it an amazing one!!!
SO emotional, real and beautifully written....
I love it, but I love everything that you pen....
ANother masterpiece...
Lynda
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Thank you.
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