Poem Category: Beach

The waves zigzag
melting the sand
melt by the sea.

Midday storm
uncovering on the beach
a chainless anchor.

Bay tides
composing the debris
wet side down.

Beach stroll
the following moon so bright
the child also turns.

Family beach
the lost child looking stunned
at my yell.

All
the calls of nature
that sand dunes can hide.

Our picnic finished
gulls among the scraps
not worth chasing.

Family beach
girls young enough to skip
to the ice-cream van.

Fingers of waves
I feel the ancient pull
to the driftwood.

Isolated beach
the rusting ship
only sand storms come to.