Sunday, April 9, 2017

April 9, 2017 The Sunday Whirl #294 -- Sunday's Whirligig #106 --Poets United Poets Pantry / Sundays at the Beach


the cupboard is bare                 no way to undo the past           an impressionist’s scene

full of memories                      sundays at the beach                 collecting shells                       

each one unique                       cream                                       pink to pearly white

the shore like a desert               yet, waves roll in                      crash and then back to sea

the sun beats down                   we draw lines in the sand         the sound of a flute                 

floats on the wind                    girls in trim bathing suits          grin for photos

the old album full                    of photographs                         turning yellow

curling at the corners                we ran into the sea                   panting

we remember that day              as if it was yesterday                 names hard to recall

on that day                               a little boy drown                     no one knew what happened

at noon we built a fire              roasted hot dogs                       waited to see

April 9, 2017


Susan said...

OH! That cupboard, that photo album, this poem of love!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

It struck me, the boy who drowned against the backdrop of the picnic, the fun of the beach. You painted the scene so clearly. I can see it.

ayala said...

The boy that drowned and the picnic play as a contrast...strong images.

Mary said...

Your poem is a painting, Annell. My eyes go from one image to another...viewing the scene through your poetic eyes. And then there is the little boy who drowned....and then life goes on anyway as hot dogs are roasted. Powerful writing today.

R.K. Garon said...

Now you're cookin' with gas!
That was perfect!

Anonymous said...

You set a wonderful scene, allow us to relax and enjoy, then drop tragic reality into it. Powerful stuff, Annell,


Old Egg said...

The strange thing about old photos is the we keep but when we look at them after so many years we finish up in tears.

gautami tripathy said...

Very nostalgic. Took me back on time!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is so evocative!