Friday, January 21, 2011

A trip to the beach.
















Dead
lifeless bodies
littered the sand.
Wings outstretched
eyes
forever open
but they do not see anything
any more.

Rust
countless old bottles
aching
to be filled
with messages
then set afloat
into that big
blue world.

Driftwood
bent and twisted
polished smooth
by the pounding waves
and the
turning
of the sands.

Fish
mouths gaping
dried straight and stiff
eye sockets empty
two black holes
waiting for the
water
to claim them.
once more.

(All photographs taken by me)

3 comments:

Melee said...

I love this, I do! The sea is beautiful, yes, but it has such a sadness... I think you captured that well.
The pictures are just wonderful too!

haze said...

Oh my, i really hate fishes but i felt sad for that fish :'(
your poem is sad too...
please smile, dear :)

♥haze

Lilah said...

i love the second stanza
"aching to be filled"
thats beautiful
and i love "waiting for the water to claim them once more"
theyre so beautifully described