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House In the Sand
by Ken Harnisch
Some day I will walk
Barefoot through the sand
To the old clapboard house
In the waving saw grass
Go out to the porch
With the awning tumbling down
From the winter storms
And watch the gray Atlantic roll
I will think of you
No poem I ever wrote
Doesnt have your shadow somewhere
Even on the pristine white
Of this empty page
And no sound, not even the
Angry ocean, is going to make
Me forget the echo of your name
I will march to the edge of the
Windblown dunes and look far
Out to sea. Spying tramp steamers and
Pleasure boats I will remember
How you liked the sunburned smile
On my crusty face and the way I pointed
Out the waves breaking far from shore
On the jetty where the breakers went to die
You will be with me as I trudge
Across the sands in wintertime
When only the dog walkers and the surf
Casters own the beach; where the white water rolls
So cleanly to my feet. There in the pewter hours
Of the morning I will remember all. Then, tasting
The windblown salt, and the memories of you
I will go to write your ode.
06/19/2003 Posted on 06/19/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 06/19/03 at 08:41 PM I will return to this... often. I doubt I will find any words to express how it moves me. Still I will leave my set of footprints in the sand along it's shore. |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 06/19/03 at 09:09 PM i've often dreamed of just the house you describe, so the scene was especially vivid for me.. so poignant, your tasting of the windblown salt and the memories (our senses so close to memories)... a beautiful poem |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 06/20/03 at 03:46 AM In the company of memories...haunting... |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 06/20/03 at 04:10 AM Excellent love poem Ken. Well written ...Charlie |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 06/20/03 at 04:20 AM Ken,u have weaved magic here. |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 06/20/03 at 04:46 AM bittersweet and definitely an excellent read |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 06/20/03 at 12:37 PM Beautiful. I can feel the lonliness and the longing. I like the way you've involved the senses and the setting - the associations are especially poignant. |
| Posted by John Ilotan on 06/20/03 at 02:16 PM Ken, you grab hold of the readers heart and touch every sense with scenes of grey and silver."There
in the pewter hours I will remember all." Beautiful work. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 06/21/03 at 03:17 AM Hi Ken,
It's beautiful. The way you described the house on the sand. The beauty. Sounds like you're thinking of a long love ago. Or resently lost one. Love can stink sometimes. |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 06/21/03 at 04:08 AM This is touching, Ken...an amazing way with words and picture painted so well...great job! |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 06/30/03 at 01:34 PM I can't help but agree with everyone's comments.. this is a magical piece.. sad, but serenely beautiful. I'm glad I returned to PPS with such treasures as this one to read! :) |
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