No message came to comfort me this time.
It was not hiding in some poem’s rhyme,
in the sand was only sand to find.
A barren feeling of the cruelest kind
came over me, to know: we are alone
where all is true, when we are on our own,
a beach is just the end of land, no more.
I can not find my answer on this shore.

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Comments on: "Looking for comfort on an empty beach" (7)

  1. I like a empty beach. I would go at 5am and walk the beaches of Monterey. Good to be able to appreciate the beauty of the sea and be able to write. Beautiful photo and good thoughts.

  2. Wonderful in thought and sight…much enjoyed 🙂

  3. “I heard the mermaids singing each to each – I do not think that they will sing for me” (TS Eliot)

  4. ‘a beach is just the end of land, no more.’ But somehow it inspired a beautiful poem!

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