Monday, February 9, 2009

A Walk on the Beach


Sand like velvet ribbon

Flowing between my toes;
Shells - pink, gold, white, jewels;
Some pure, some marred;

Many scarred from endless lulling about
The ocean’s playground; many cracked, broken.

The briny air, sticky sweet,
Caresses my arms like an anxious lover,

Sighing, restless;
The sky a blue curtain,

A print of cloud, like bunched up sheets,

Resting on the horizon bed.

Tender, cool waves lap at my legs

Then dart away, roll out of sight.

A cool breeze holds back the sun that,
Like an anchor,
Wants to drop me to my knees;

Dawn turns dusk,
The sky darkens,

I become a shadow in retreat.

Copyright 1997 Aleta

Aren't each of us walking on the beach of our own ocean that makes up our life?

This poem will become part of my memoir. I also write poetry and it was the first poem that I shared with my husband when we first met and began to compare interests.

I can't help but marvel at the diversity of the experiences that nature makes available to us for our enjoyment: woodlands, seasides, canyons, deserts, waterfalls, and many many more. There's something for everyone!


  1. Beautiful poem, Aleta. I didn't know you wrote poetry. I couldn't do that if my life depended upon it. SO--I am always in awe of people that can.

    I hope you will share your memoirs with us... I would love to hear your story...

    Yes, we all do have alot of traveling to do through life... And so many choices!!!!!


  2. Life is a fantastic journey. Thanks for the reminder.