Oceanside @ AMERICAN DIGEST

June 16, 2008

Oceanside

When you walk along this beach
You take all that you can carry --
Dog, shoes, shadow -- even,
If you are not very selective,
"The Ride of the Valkyries."

And you think that because
You walk this beach
So easy and so free
That you will always
Stroll upon this sand.

Look up. A large black dog
Shambles and sniffs
Along this wet, black strand.
Eight dark ravens
Settle at the surf line,
And the drunken crone
Paws in the sand for a sign
Where there are no signs.

You're weary of all you carry,
So you leave it behind
In a pile upon the beach,
Heaped with the crone,
The ravens and the dog,
Hoping it will fade
Forever out of reach,
Becoming just one more
Bonfire on the beach.

Posted by Vanderleun at June 16, 2008 12:21 PM

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Welcome back to the blogosphere, Gerard. You were sorely missed.

Where did the photo come from? I am not familiar with Washington State beaches.

Nice imagery, though I have never felt like leaving it all on the beach.

Posted by: Bill at October 30, 2005 5:14 PM

I like that there is a person standing on the beach in the lower left of the photograph. It adds both scale and interest.

Posted by: Stephen B at October 30, 2005 5:59 PM

The photo is my own taken on that beach during that walk. The beach is in Oceanside, Oregon.

Stephen B. gets extra credit for noticing the figure at the lower left. Such was my intention when cropping the picture.

Now, can anyone intuit what the shape is at the lower right?

Posted by: Vanderleun at October 31, 2005 9:05 AM

A non-sequitor that reaches through time:
Poe lifts his face up out the gutter in Baltimore and says "No, no, that's not right...well, no,...maybe...splash."

Posted by: ed in texas at October 31, 2005 2:12 PM