by Karl Waldbauer
I was sitting on my favorite cliff waiting to watch the sun dip into the Pacific to take his nightly bath.
You know, where the whale came in so close, we saw each other eye to eye.
I had just spent the day on the secluded beach below, listening to the waves, Nature's rhythm section.
Ever notice how much pelicans look like pteradactyls when they fly overhead? I love those magnificent birds.
Their plunges into the ocean remind me not to hesitate, to just DO what needs to be done.
The ice plants on the hills were so thick, so colorful. "God's been busy painting", I thought.
A tall, lovely woman was showing her small son all the wonders in a tidal pool. His delight was so contagious, I became infected.
Soon enough, the sun lowered himself into the distant water and the ocean turned gold and orange and colors with no names.
Well, that's about it for my day at the beach.
By the way, was that a warm, gentle breeze that touched my cheek, or did you kiss me again, Mom?
Posted on 06/01/2003
Copyright © 2016 Karl Waldbauer
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Agnes Eva on 06/02/03 at 02:18 PM|
"colors with no names" - i love that! despite the plethora of shade names, i think Nature can still give us mysterious wonderful hues. this is a great vivid poem, very sweet touch at the end
|Posted by Anne Engelen on 06/03/03 at 01:01 AM|
now this gave me chills...the wonderful kind!!! I have no words for the feeling this woke up in me. Simply beautiful!
|Posted by John Ilotan on 06/08/03 at 08:53 PM|
A revelation of the beauty of life. Wonderful work.
|Posted by Jean Mollett on 06/02/04 at 01:23 AM|
Beauitful, sounds like a good place to be.
Ya can just picture it. That's what I need right now.
|Posted by Cole Miller on 07/29/04 at 06:11 PM|
this paints such a beautiful picture, that moves and shifts in slow motion with the sounds a little farther off in the distance. beautiful.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/11/05 at 07:56 AM|
this picture you've painted is heart rendering and colorfully somber.
|Posted by Meghan Helmich on 10/16/08 at 11:24 AM|
congrats on POTD.
you've painted a very vivid portrait of an evening on the beach. however, i feel that the ending is out of place. perhaps it has more significance to you than you are establishing for the reader?
|Posted by Maria Massarella on 10/16/08 at 01:35 PM|
Oh, she was kissing you!? The Angelshivvvers up and down my spine are telling me so. How beautiful a treasure this is in POTD skies. You, too have been busy painting ... Simply beautiful!
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/16/08 at 08:09 PM|
This narrative poem takes us along on the day at the beach very invitingly. Tender ending makes it very personal.