Footprints and Farewells

by BlueJay   Aug 1, 2017

The first time I ever went to a beach
I wrapped the name of another around
my tongue but dared not speak it
as I ventured on with their sister and
my own mother ( her's as well in a way).

Which I suppose made his name taboo
in one way or another, but that is besides
the point now; I am here to tell you

about the first time I ever went to the beach
and how I sat there watching the waves
pull away footprints of people who left
before we arrived and I heard the sun
laugh along with groups of prettier girls than I.

Now that I live close to a beach,
the waves are still taking away the sand
I got in my shoes all four years ago
and along with that sand they tug at
the letters of your name and the colors
of your face. Which is not to say that

you have been replaced by that other name
forked like barbed wire or a burning pitchfork,

simply that times change and somehow
the ocean remains the same despite
swallowing unsaid goodbyes whole.


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  • 6 months ago

    by Lucifer

    Wonderful start and beautiful ending.

    and somehow
    the ocean remains the same despite
    swallowing unsaid goodbyes whole.

  • 6 months ago

    by Bradley Peter

    First off, I would just like to state that I absolutely love the title of this piece. I think it's great. It's the reason why I clicked this poem.

    I could sense a great depth and emotion in this piece, but if I'm begin completely honest - which I shall apologise for now since it's going to fall under the category of 'constructive criticism' - the depth and emotion was - for me - heavily hindered by the structure of the lines. I feel that a lot of the lines weren't completed, giving the piece a confused and disjointed rhythm.

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