Abandoned Towers Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Abandoned Towers
A stretch of beach under moonlight
Silver snake shimmering with the waves
Invisible white caps churning, crashing
Perpetual motion, roaring darkness
My barefeet warm from the days sand
Heat rising to meet the July evening
Hotter now with promises of a storm
It's in the air, thick and menacing
For now I walk and chase moon shadows
Alone with a million prints before me
From normal people bedded down in homes
They do not walk the shore at midnight
When I come upon a solitary sandcastle
The creation of some stranger's hands
I always simply walk right through them
Abandoned towers are returned to sand
Very profound poem. A beautiful idea expressed in lovely imagery. The reader is taken to a dream-like world. Midnight, a walk along the sea shore..it has a pleasant impact. And sandcastles as a metaphor for life, dreams n happiness...a great idea. Just like sandcastle they are often illusory. Loved it.
You are correct Nosheen, they are indeed illusory. Any person that has walked along the shore under the moonlight is aware of the mystic feeling that overpowers, couple that with a person troubled and this feeling is amplified.
A very interesting and well written piece. The wonderful imagery at the start was a counterpoint to the commentary at the end
Thanks Kelly, castles made of sand were never meant to stand. We need to build dreams on stronger foundations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Your poem is striking Edmund. The last stanza is especially poetic and conveys the strong emotions of the speaker. The violent act of kicking down the already crumbling sandcastle you've encountered all alone on a lonely beach is captivating. Yes, you are right...dreams can't be sustained in sandcastles built on the beach next to crashing waves and a lonely, troubled, visitor. Love this one...almost as much as the swan on the ice poem.