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beach
hank

for three steps it's stones then sand
 1
an ashtray if you look close
 2
not secluded but empty now
 3
riddled with footprints of ghosts
 4
resembling the effect of giant raindrops
 5
it is wide and long and a hundred
 6
paces to the waters edge
 7
where the land slides beneath
 8
slow soft waves that allow a view
 9
of the beach as it continues underneath
 10
footprints vanish replaced by dunes
 11
caused by water movement
 12
leatherbacks lumber up leaving heaps
 13
of sand and tracks like bulldozers
 14
as turtles have been doing since
 15
this shore was roamed by dinosaurs
 16
sometimes i can still imagine them
 17
sneaking up to bite a wedge out of my skull
 18
maxwell's silver velociraptor
 19

10 Jun 04

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line 1:  It's (short for It is)
I would rethink some of the punctuation and capitalization.
 — aforbing

thanks for the edit. h
 — hank

i'm letting it roll
 — hank

Very descriptive,i was there with you on the beach and the ending made it even better.
 — larrylark

thanks for that.
 — hank

I like this a lot.  It's basic, it's playful, it's historic and sets a scene that anyone who has gone to a beach can sense and almost taste.  Lovely.  However -

I have to say that these poems, no breaks in lines, etc, just a lot of words scrunched together, are very hard for me to read.  A dyslexia problem, I'm aware, but I have to work at these to get all the way through.

Just a hint for some of you who like to dispense with punctuation and white space.  Some of us need it.
 — Isabelle5

i'm sorry, sometimes i just find that punctuating interupts my train of thought.
 — hank

I love this poem, hank because it allows me to reinterpret what your landscape is.
Line one takes us there and helps us recreate the walk. I can really sense how this place transported you and let your imagination grow atavistic fear.
Wonderful. May I suggest the novel, "The Beach," by Alex Garland?
 — unknown

sneaking.
 — unknown

you give love a bad name.


shout to the heart, you give love

love you
 — unknown

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