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Ebb Tide

by Steven Craig




He had listened to the waves all night
The tempo changed with the hours
Soft at times
Others more intense

The rolling sand and shells made their scratching sounds
The waters curls about them
Changing where they lay
But in the end, all the beach looked the same

His thoughts were empty
The way to the shore was to be lost
The bridges were burning illuminating those waves
The white capped edges breaking the memories.

Here the dunes looked stronger
Here the reeds that feathered the horizon
Took little note of the waters lips
It was the wind they obeyed

He had been there hours, perhaps days
This shore had not changed
Not for him
Not for ten thousand years

It was the drumbeat in his chest that was changing
It was the violins in his eyes that moved
The piano of his heart stilled once more
That passing tune he had sung this time



07/16/2008

Posted on 07/16/2008
Copyright © 2020 Steven Craig

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/16/08 at 06:38 PM

This poem evokes so much for me. The summers and winters on Galveston beaches, the piano, the music, the moments of solitude found in nature. Gees, you have sparked my imagination mixed with delightful recall of years past. Thanks for this fresh frothiness in an old man's summer afternoon.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/18/08 at 05:20 PM

Wow. This is the second "shore" poem I've read, and both are so striking in imagery and sensations created inside me. I liked this very much!

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