Thursday, May 5, 2011

On the Beach

By Joseph Hesch

I’ve spent life with damp big toes
and dry hair; never dove in,
never got those pruney fingers,
just the guilt and jealousy
of watching you happy amphibs
while I itched from sandy shorts.

I’m told it’s an itch that can’t
be scratched, the only relief
would come from standing tall and
striding into the waves: waist deep
would be enough, I should think,
to get that feel of real life.

That’s also deep enough to
drop the shorts and let currents
do the work of pulling sand
and inhibition from places
I hid, not because I feared
getting in, more getting out.

5 comments:

  1. Wouldn't that be considered skinny dipping ? I have had the fear of my bikini top falling off, but then I am a bit of an exhibitionist, so what the heck ... Tee hee hee ..
    Love the poem
    JL&B

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  2. well...time to get your hair wet joe...ink would be the perfect liquid for this...smiles..i like this poem

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  3. playful and beautiful words.

    the beach is a place for fun and romance.
    bless your weekend.

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  4. Glad to discover your poetry talent,
    Impressed,
    Hope to see you join our poetry potluck today,
    1 to 3 random poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome in case you fall short in doing a theme fitting piece.
    Bless you.
    Keep up the excellence.
    xxx

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