Monday

my secret beach

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I sense silence. Yet all around I hear the sounds of nature. The shingle crackles and grates under my feet, the rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears and the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives a voice to the deserted shore line.

Here I am alone. Yet my companion, this hidden secret beach, is here to wrap me in splendid seclusion. I am alone but I share my very being with the raw edge of nature.

Here I hear my own voice, though silent. Here my thoughts surround me. Here I am at one with myself yet enveloped by a greater force, one which allows me the freedom I crave whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation.

The beach is ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some days the sea is an enigmatic aqua, another as grey as granite. I look toward the horizon and see my life uncharted. What lies beyond? Who can tell?

But here I can be myself. Unquestioned, unchallenged. Here I can think, consider, compose.

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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

You were born for this, Keith. Have you ever been published?

Anonymous said...

The above comment is from Crystal Dawn; I forgot to sign my name.

Jinksy said...

For some reason, this recording had 'blips', though the one before was clear. Not too sure if it's my computer, or Blogger that is the cause. Have you got a CD of you reading your poetry, I wonder?

Janine Bollée said...

Hello Keith,
I'm travelling through your poetry and enjoying it immensely. Thank you so much for the voice and words.