it’s been so damn long since i’ve been to the beach
i no longer hear her call on these hot days, these perfect days
i no longer hear her bustle making the kitchen a no go zone
i can't feel the open windows of the car whispering a thousand smells to me on the way
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she doesn’t pack a picnic lunch, extra trunks and make sure i’ve got sunscreen on
she doesn’t ring a bell on her bike at the front gate and yell at me to grab my towel
she doesn’t even honk the horn in her hotted up V8 Monaro
she doesn’t’ wave her bus pass at me extoling the virtues of weekend off peak
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my bare feet have not luxuriated in her undulating sands
i’ve not had her heady salty honest scent fill my nostrils
nor have i felt her ever rolling shores ever changing at my changeless feet
i have not let her waves fall upon me or mine in such a very long time
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the further back i think about it, it's kinda funny cause it’s me and it’s not
and what do i miss the most? The days at the beach or the me that i was then
it’s like a Super 8 movie in my mind all pixelated raggedy arsed shaky shots
but watching it in reverse i go from monstrous to pure innocent
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Comments (2)
Lovely poem, I was at the beach in my mind reading it, ty for sharing xx
Oooo, I loved that photo at the end! Also, you don't always write long poems and it was so beautiful!