I would often sit in my wheelchair
Stare out the window
at the beaches.
Watch the waves gently roll over the sand,
And back once again,
and back once again.
Watch the couples roll out towels,
and lay in the sun.
Watch the families run along the beach,
The little boys, and little girls
Building sandcastles to rest upon the shore
To stand forever,
In the soul of their youth.
I roll the wheels back
in long, subdued spins.
I indulge myself in a game of bridge
Laughing in the merriment at a victory or pleasing effort.
Sipping bitter coffee, I would roll away from the game,
refusing the sweeteners
that lay in the little white bowls in the middle of table.
I lay back,
Close my defeated eyelids.
Let my mind ponder
the empty fields long grazed over.
Do I grasp, what left I hold?
Or let slip,
What left to know.
Please tell me what you think
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This is exquisite and sad in the end.
The words pain the image of life in the sun and the way that the ocean falls to the sand and brings us hope of life.
Shari
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Wow. Wow. ~
The narrative flow of this had me feeling as though I was watching a silent movie rather than reading a poem; the power you created on the page just swept me up from the first word
What an incredible final three lines!
I wish I could give more than three applauds cause this is a masterpiece!
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
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