The sun begins to show himself,
dusting off the remnants of the night,
as I claim this empty stretch
of pristine unmarred beach.
His lazy spreading of radiant glory
illuminates the beauty of the
still placid sea...
a gift so fine, yet placed before me
barren of fanfare.
I clutch the serenity of mind and body,
hording it to last...hording it to draw from
for soon they will come,
appearing to me as strange yet entertaining interlopers,
as graffiti on the Taj Mahal.
A plethoric parade of bodies
donned in swim costumes of every style, size and hue...
tattoos of the same,
stealing beauty from those of beauty,
lending strange interest to those without.
A curious sensory overload
of near obscene nakedness
some may deem as comical spiritual cleansing,
squashing any and all lustful
fantasies of dalliance.
And so, I leave smiling...
gifted, entertained and cleansed.
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Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on July 31, 2014
Pat, Your observance of the beach scene is atypical of how life is.
You have shared the experience very effectively through your verses, Pat; and I share your feelings about "overcrowded" beaches and places in general. Love and peace to you,
I have become relatively hermitized and I suppose territorial. It's the woods. You captured effectively for me the hordes which I rarely find amusing...crabby old bastard....mind you, I still have my rotten sense of humor which still pleases me. Patrick
...impressive poetic/figurative verse of the perfect getaway
from the stress and day-to-day pressure...watching the sunrise
over the sea waters...calming and peaceful experience...till
you see people's skin "donned in...tattoos"..."appearing...as
graffiti on the Taj Mahal"...
How sad!...Grand sacred monument...symbol of sheer magnitude
of human love...grief...respect...being vandalized/defaced
by a few with a "special" kind of detachment and disrespect
or/and...sheer human stupidity...
Is this the same human attitude...people take when graffiti
the Taj Mahal and own bodies?..."stealing beauty of those
of beauty"...seeing both as NOT a such "big deal".
Thank you Pat for sharing this great metaphor.
Can't believe I missed this one. Long time no see. You took the reader on on a grand trip to the beach. I have to agree that too much flesh stuffed into too small swimsuits can, and does turn me off comoletely.
Good to see your poetry again. I can identify with your phrases. There's nothing like an empty beach to soothe the soul. And what you are saying about tattoo I say too. Why would anyone with natural beauty want to desecrate it with ugly tattoos?
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Deborah
Regis
from the stress and day-to-day pressure...watching the sunrise
over the sea waters...calming and peaceful experience...till
you see people's skin "donned in...tattoos"..."appearing...as
graffiti on the Taj Mahal"...
How sad!...Grand sacred monument...symbol of sheer magnitude
of human love...grief...respect...being vandalized/defaced
by a few with a "special" kind of detachment and disrespect
or/and...sheer human stupidity...
Is this the same human attitude...people take when graffiti
the Taj Mahal and own bodies?..."stealing beauty of those
of beauty"...seeing both as NOT a such "big deal".
Thank you Pat for sharing this great metaphor.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Sandie
Peace, Love and Blessings.
John Michael