Castles of Sand

October Swell 038

I would lend my will
To the world
To awaken.

Impatient flares define horizons
Caught beneath its rising eye
Who waits the sun to turn?

Morning burns, reminding
I am that which I behold.

Gulls, ruffle to the wind and rise
In silhouette-
Black rags flung across sweeping skies.

More blaze before blue
Depth beyond endurance
The clarity is- unbearable.

Disrobed of darkness
Pleasure seekers come to track the dunes.

Footprints in haste
Heavy with intent, imprint
Efforts etched
And then eclipsed
By the stroke of ephemeral tide.

Tourists play cast-away
Bending bikini bottoms
Milk-white into tanning rays.

Combing the shifting shoreline
Collecting shells; sea-slick and sculpted
Searching for elusive pieces
Of fossilized dreams.

Or mementoes of moments spent
Beyond the bounds of normalcy

Outside the realm of tedious time
Children on reprieve
From citadels of learning, descend.

Unburdened, they create castles built of sand.
Structures shaped of make-believe
To stand the test of tides.

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Poetry and Photography by SS Matthews

27 thoughts on “Castles of Sand

  1. This beautiful poem, draws me back to reflect upon my recent visits to the beach and sea in Spain and Portugal. I could place myself very easily, within all that you have painted with your words!!!

    1. Thank you Eileen. Take a moment, hear that, the sound of waves within the polished halls of a spiral shell? Seabirds calling across cloudless blue skies? Isn’t it grand to be by the sea, in spirit if not in body!

  2. nice…i love the beach…the sounds but also the rhythm of life that comes with it as well….unburdened…if only those castles and those moments of peace there by the waves lasted you know…smiles.

  3. This may be the most beautiful poem I have ever read about the sea. “Combing the shifting shoreline collecting shells; sea slick and sculpted searching for elusive pieces of fossilized dreams”

    1. Thank you Lisa. I’ve been fortunate in never being far form the ocean for long and it works on you. It is so much larger than your everyday perspective that it tends to impart one its own so that it becomes easier to see it in its parts and entirety at the same time.

  4. I love this. I live surrounded by the sea and I like your reference to tourists. Although the beaches I live near are more for residents I think that we all long to bring something home with us as if to capture the essence of summer days.

  5. This poem took me right to the sea. Ah yes, we can collect many things at the seashore — the shells as well as those ‘fossilized dreams.’ This poem gives me a beautiful feeling of nostalgia & makes me year to find a way to get to the sea again.

  6. I don’t think I have ever read a better description of a day at the beach..I felt the morning breeze..saw the clouds and even smelled the salt air as I read your words…and I am sure when I wake up tomorrow there will be sand in my bed.

  7. I love the contrast between the childhood innocence … unburdened, building castles of hope … versus the adult disillusioned “searching for elusive pieces of fossilized dreams.” Perhaps we can learn from children to continue to dream. This is beautiful and meaningful in imagery and emotion. Thank you 🙂

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