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Thursday, July 8, 2010

Alone at the Beach

Sounds wrapped in clean cotton,
an old man turning off his hearing aid,
mouths like deep sea fishes,
swallowed on currents of whisper.

Splashing children, those treble mutterings--
little radios keeping
company to an empty house.
Bubble music from
an ice cream truck
and bleating gulls--
their clamor
dampened by the glass wall
you’ve fashioned around yourself,
the only noise that matters--
a vacuum of throb and push,
the warp and weft of blood
as it pulses through your inner ear.

10 comments:

Tabitha Bird said...

Oh I love this Liza. Such emotion in those words.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Makes me want to go to the beach.

Helen Ginger said...

You started with the cotton in ears and that's how I felt throughout the poem, as if walking along the beach so focused on the water that the other sounds were muffled in my head.

Straight From Hel

glnroz said...

a slow motion morning walk, and now, I have sand all over my feet. Where did that come from..

Lisa Gail Green said...

Nice poem! I really liked the unique feel of it.

Robin said...

When we lived in Fernandina, I loved to go walking by myself on the beach. It was very soothing. Of course, once I got my umbrella staked (by someone else) I love sitting in my beach chair and reading a good book, listening to waves, birds, people, and wind. I also really liked the smell of the salt. The combined experience was very relaxing. I envy your beach time. *sigh*

Rose said...

being somewhere and to take in the beauty and the music of the area such as a beach. have a good weekend.

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Arlee Bird said...

Now that sounds like some solitude. "Bubble music from an ice cream truck..." -- Not sure what that is but I like the way it sounds.
Nice poetry.

Lee
Tossing It Out

Lydia Kang said...

Deft word work here, Thank you Liza! I thoroughly lost myself in your poem.
:)