The outline of him on the beach.
Behind him,
the waves like the arms
of a drowning man.
He doesn’t notice.
The only arms that will reach him
are hers,
as she turns around
and curves into him.
The white caps are rising higher,
a looming force,
slamming into the rocks
around them.
It’s no use.
Their forms are now
connected in a kiss.
The waves retreat.
It will only be
a matter of time
now.
Julie
Valin
Julie
Valin has been writing poetry since the first Loverboy album came out. Her
poems have appeared in The Black Shamrock, The Poeming Pigeon, Chiron
Review, Red Fez, Rattlesnake Review, Primal Urge, and several
anthologies & collections, including the Punk Rock Chapbook series by Epic
Rites Press. She is also an editor, book designer and self-publishing
consultant for her business Self to Shelf Publishing Services, and a co-founder
of the celebrated after-hours poetry press, Six Ft. Swells. She surrounds
herself with books, literary happenings, art, throw pillows, saltwater taffy,
and her group of friends whom she performs with – The Poetry Crashers.
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Metaphor is a lost art in the world of writing. Fine job.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem so much. I can say, that I grew up near the sea, that's why it became a part of me. Also, the picture is very beautiful.
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