Maybe it is our
memories
the change of pace
that brings us there,
Our sense of
vacation, of inner peace
feeling God in the
silence
Maybe it is the
smell of the place
the water, the
roses, the lotions, the oils;
Visions of the
gulls, the dunes, grasses;
Moving in the air,
the invisible breezes
But, oh it is the
feel of it,
the crunch and
slide of it;
Under now smooth
feet,
the feel of beach
sand
It is so very different
from dirt, soil, loam
no, not earthy,
moist, rich, wet mulch;
But oh so granular
and gritty, slippery,
even when wet,
moving
Moveable paper
spreading under toes
sliding beneath the
soles;
Smoothing my skin,
relaxing,
clearing my mind, at
peace
Unburdening me of
the rest
the cares which I
carried,
Drawing me to the
tactile,
to the feel of beach
sand
===============
edited July
30, 2015
Beach Sand
– v6
(editing
version 5)
edited
April 2, 2014
Beach Sand
– v5
Edited
September 20, 2012
“Beach Sand
– v4”
edited
March 5, 2012
“Beach Sand
– v3”
edited
September 29, 2010
“Beach Sand
– v2”
&
email May
115, 2008
“I am in eighth grade and I am doing a school
research project called a zine. In this zine,
it is basically about describing your passion.
One of the requirements for the zine is putting
a poem in, and explaining your reaction to the poem.
a poem in, and explaining your reaction to the poem.
My passion is Cape Cod, and I chose the poem you wrote,
Beach Sand, I love how you described sand in this poem.
I just had a few questions like,
why did you choose to write this poem?
My response May 16, 2008::
“Funny you
should ask. Someone from North Carolina
two days
ago asked if they could put this same poem
on a new
web site. As I told them, I had written in in 2006,
on the same
day as quite a few other poems. I was writing
then specifically
about treasured memories of my childhood
and more
recent too. I wrote this poem about my joy at the beach.
I am from
Westfield, MA growing up and my family would go to
the Cape or
up the Maine coast to like Wells Beach or York
many
summers when I was a kid. My grandparents on my dad's
side had
gone to Old Orchard Beach for summers when my dad
was a kid
and they were there on Cape Cod when I was a kid.
In 1988 I
went to Hilton Head Island for a week. And in the
mid-1990's
I went for like 3 or 4 summers in a row to
Martha's
Vineyard. From 1978 to 2001, I lived near
the
University of New Hampshire near the seacoast of
New
Hampshire. I spent time at Rye Beach, Hampton,
and Great
Island Common in New Castle. I just really like
walking the
beach, more than just laying sunbathing.
I would
walk along the shore looking for beach glass
or go over
to the rocks and look for what I could find
in the tide
pools. I've included three other poems about
being near
the sea, Shoals, Tide Pools, and Tides - Haiku.”
&
July 15,
2006 19:03
“Beach
Sand”
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