by Nereida Mangosing-Koeppen
I love to sit under my beach umbrella
bask in the salty essence of the sea
succumb to the sun’s kiss on my bare skin.
Glinting in the sun, the waves
rush towards me, then suddenly withdraw.
The rhythmic rise and fall of the surf
drowns all other sounds of
discordant
dissonant
disparate
notes
into one sweet, soothing, tranquil tune
lulling my brain into
a breathlessly blissful space
a place of transcendent grace.
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The poem is a simple idea of someone sitting on the beach under an umbrella, soaking in the sea water, listening to the waves and making her mind at peace.
But with the magic and power of words as expressed by the author, this short poem comes alive like a soothing balm for comfort.
Dear Ludy,
Thank you for your kind comments. I am pleased that this poem affected you.
Regards.
Nery
After so many years working elsewhere, you’ve finally turned to your first and probably real love – writing. Congratulations for finding your niche in the Sun! May you continue to pursue the delights that seeing, hearing and feeling the world around you and passing these thoughts through poetry.
Dear Isabelle,
Thank you for your kind comments.
Regards,
Nery