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The Beach
by Jeffrey ParrenThe waves can be heard
As background soothing tenderness.
In this most peaceful of destinations
Where two trees, hammock, and
Hours of serene reflection could
Turn a prisoners life into a prestigious
Existence. You are here.
I resign to an encroaching fate and rest.
(At least the intention was achieved.)
With little repose I am found
Struggling to enjoy relaxation.
Isaac, monkey of defiance, giggles
At my unrelenting failures. (I remember
That my forte does not include hammocks.)
Internal peace agreement lets the struggle go.
I agree to a cozy-looking spot. My mind begins
To wander and I feel something gently prick
My forehead. It does not bother me, until friends
Join in. As I raise my head at the speed of light,
My balance is lost upon the teetering hammock,
My rain-covered, sandy-clung, and sleepy-eyed body is at peace.
05/27/2004 Posted on 03/30/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/31/05 at 10:11 PM ...ahhh, you almost make "hammock-ing" in the rain seem pleasurable...do like the way it(the lazing of a day[at the beach]comes to be an accepted "whatever"--rain or shine--you're there digging it...good words...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/16/05 at 12:00 AM This beach feels like an island, harbouring an intangible darkness that arrived before the rain-clouds :)
'Struggling to enjoy relaxation' is a deliciously phrased dichotomy |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 04/16/05 at 02:18 AM ahh, i am a slave to the beach. this is an all time favorite of mine! |
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