I walk a deserted beach.
The coarse yellow sand swirls
In little eddies across the dunes
Blasting the blistering peeling paint
From a dilapidated ice cream hut
Where the screen door bangs
With a staccato rat...tat...tat.
Far out to sea
Pelicans frolic, riding the wild winds
Mad as hatters they throw themselves
Into the maelstrom of brown churning water
Disappear beneath the waves only to reappear
Spread their wings
And be launched skywards by a cresting wave.
The lighthouse iconic and immovable
Banded black white black
Stands sentinel behind windswept dunes
Its great glass pentaprism
Refracting wandering rays of light
Towards a cloud covered horizon.
Today I will not climb
One hundred and seventy eight steps
To look out on a sun speckled ocean
(The lighthouse is closed)
Nor swim towards this distant tower
My beach towel (bought in New York)
Remains rolled and redundant
Whilst
Fat Georgia raindrops wash away my imaginings.
Author notes
Sometimes, it's better to see things in our imagination rather than experience reality.
I'm here to learn, you are all poets so I respect your criticism.
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I was there two weeks ago, I love Tybee Island! no condos to spoil those amazing skies and the beach is a quarter mile wide in places, Dalaney's stomping ground, I wish I could have met her. Your poem includes all the imagery that makes this place special, I hope to go back soon.
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The last stanza of this poem is beautiful. I love going to Savannah and your poem just made me feel like I was there. Bravo!
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I love this, because this brings memories! I go to Florida every year and on the last two days, my family and i travel to Savannah and stay a night, and i remember this! I was just about to climb it, but we had to leave. I loved this! Great write!
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Well painted images... one could not tell it was not from a personal experience. Besides if you were that close to Dalaney you would have added a mermaid into this.
Well written.
Buddy
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I really liked your poem. The images were very clear and the dream was a surprise to me as I have spent time at a light house. This was very pleasant, thank you for sharing. I found it very hard to read in the red print. It would be nice if you could take a look at my poetry I will also read more of yours . THank mistycat
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Amazing.
Why bother living in reality when a dreamworld can keep you entertained? Why not think of sun whilst it rains, or a world when things were possible whilst living in a world of rules and sanity?
I loved this poem. The beach, so iconic, the sea so violent yet joyfull. I would like to take a walk in one of your daydreams, ser, I feel it would be a happy place.
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