Santa Barbara, California.
Summer of nineteen eighty, late July.
The beach was beautiful, sand smooth
and almost white. A perfect day.
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You mentioned this poem in your comment on my SIX ENCOUNTERS poem. But this is harrowing! All the more so because you present such a lovely day and such a benign time to be in the water. I was there with you until I reached the line about your foot touching something squishy. (That's when I quickly rushed to shore - to get help!) My poem is all metaphor and fantasy. Your poem is the real thing - an encounter with an alien creature we do not understand, but fear, still it is, as D.H.Lawrence said in his poem THE SNAKE, one of the lords of life.
Wow so I searched your poem as u suggested and found it. Hey so is this true? And u stepped on a sting ray ouch! ! ! ! ? ? ? Your flow and rhyme are awesome. I hope there are no sting rays in the shallow beach ah. Kudos.
Yes, it is totally true, as are many of my poems. Thank you for the comment.
Kim, I have enjoyed all your poems, you have a wonderful gift and I hope you put many more poems to pen, I fondly remember the many chess wars we have fought over the board.
Thanks, Hank. You are the one who got me started writing again by telling me about Poem Hunter. As far as chess goes, I have no one to play with here. (See my poem LOSING THE TOUCH.)
Great poem! You captured the experience well. Glad you recovered!