It is September, yet
I can still hear the beach.
The sea moves and swells;
it tumbles to the shore,
dusts itself off,
then rushes back towards the sand.
I think this could heal me:
the sound of wind,
the sound of waves,
and being at the right place
at the right time.
Comments
The sea IS a healing place. There's something about the gentle crash of waves and the fresh, salty air. You were really able to capture that feeling, in only a few short words.
Thank you! The beach makes me feel at peace, and I wanted to express that feeling. I've been trying to write with meaning while cutting out unnecessary words, and I think this poem reflects that.
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