In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Beach
Seaslide
©May 5th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
The sea casts up her dying fish
The sea casts up her nets
The sea won’t grant our dying wish
The sea does not forget.
The beach collects our broken days
The beach collects our souls
The beach allows us time to play,
While he erases goals.
The beach slides everybody down,
Down to the restless sea,
And we, poor fools, shall all be drowned
Before we come to be.
Before we come to live and be
Before we can begin.
We’ll pay, for life is never free –
The sea will always win.
And sliding soft, the beach does flow
Roiling come the waves.
And they will wait – for each one knows
We’ll clamor to be saved.
We’ll clamor to go down, my dear
We’ll try to be so brave
But in the end, we’ll drown, my dear
And give back what they gave.
The sea will hum along, my dear
The beach will slide so slow
And they will sing a song, my dear
While soft, our lives will go.
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P.S. Before you start wondering about my mental state, nothing in particular inspired this poem. I simply felt like writing it. Sometimes, a poem’s just a poem. 🙂