A Novel In The Sand

[E.A Rumfield]

Shipwrecked, a cast away
searching a weathered shore
I had some books but what good
are books when you are cold?
I burnt them for the warmth
Every night I come to the waters edge
and watch the moon, if there is one
reflecting off the mirror still sea
I stand there more alone than this beach
slowly being eaten away by wind and water
more alone than outer reaches of space
every night I come to the waters edge
and write a novel in the sand
powerful words that illuminate the beach
and lend strength to the night, to my soul
words that transform this battered shore
and make it something that it is not
a beautiful lie that is washed away
when the sun rises with the tide

[Twota]

really nice..

[Jack of Hearts]

There's a kernel of a really great poem buried in there. As it is, it's not bad at all. But there's a better one in there, buried in an edit, in a reduction and refinement, in a nuance like the scent of cinnamon on smoke.








J