Suchoon Mo_

(1932)

On The Winter Beach


On The Winter Beach

I walk on the winter beach
from here to there
and beyond where the beach ends
past indifferent sea gulls
over beached kelps
over bleached sea shells
to the sound of crushing waves
to the call of ebbing memories
I walk on the winter beach
I shall go
I must go
alone
beyond where the beach ends


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Submitted: Friday, January 17, 2014
Edited: Thursday, June 26, 2014

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  • Cheryl Moran (5/14/2014 12:16:00 PM)

    Growing up I loved the winter beach. It is a place to be alone, to connect with nature, to sooth. Thank you for reminding about it. (Report) Reply

  • Lilac Time (3/27/2014 1:44:00 PM)

    I like this because it makes me feel like the beach is calling out to me. The moon is telling the waves to get you...and so you must go... :) (Report) Reply

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