Wednesday, January 07, 2015



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                My Secret Beach


I sense silence. Yet all around I hear the sounds of nature. The shingle crackles and grates under my feet, the rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears and the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives a voice to the deserted shore line.

Here I am alone. Yet my companion, this hidden secret beach, is here to wrap me in splendid seclusion. I am alone but I share my very being with the raw edge of nature.

Here I hear my own voice, though silent. Here my thoughts surround me. Here I am at one with myself yet enveloped by a greater force, one which allows me the freedom I crave whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation.

The beach is ever changing. Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm. Some days the sea is an enigmatic aqua, another as grey as granite. I look toward the horizon and see my life uncharted. What lies beyond? Who can tell?

But here I can be myself. Unquestioned, unchallenged. Here I can think, consider, compose.


I took this photo at sunset on my local beach in Bexhill on Sea 

11 comments:

  1. The beautiful silent beach, i can hear the sound of waves kissing the shore. Beautifully captured.

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  2. The silence of the beach is definitely one of the most pleasant of silences. I like the idea of seeking silence there!

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  3. Your poem really conveys your love of the beach and what you get from it. I love walking on beaches too.

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  4. The beach is such a cool place to listen and just be. Cool write Keith.

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  5. What an inspiring scenery....my dream! ~ good for you ' the rhythmic whoosh of the waves' brings emotional balance and fulfillment with life....

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  6. Oh, to be on that beach with that sense of peace. This is such a calm and affirming write! Well done! You have created such a beautiful image of you making your way to that beach! Really wonderful!

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  7. What a glorious piece of prose Keith. One of my favorite occupations is to walk on a deserted beach and let it talk to me.

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  8. Wonderful to find a place where you can be yourself. I was captured by the first stanza with the concept of a place full of sounds being in a way silent.

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  9. I have found myself often distracted by the cacophony of an empty beach. I loved your descriptions of your thoughts and the sounds. really excellent writing.

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  10. The rhythm of the water, the peace in that solitude beautifully penned here. Gave me a happy heart :-)

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  11. I love the way you enfolded your silence in the sounds of nature. I have been to some very introspective places in my mind doing that. And I suspect you have, too. Thanks for visiting my blog. Your comment brought a smile to my rainy West Coast Day.

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