Poetry: Beach Dreams 2

I am well aware that my poetry will never win any prizes, but still…sometimes the mood hits and poetry results. Here’s one I wrote long ago, attempting to describe a recurring dream I’ve had since I was a child. I was recently reminded of the poem when watching the movie Tree of Life, written and directed by Terrence Malick. This was my second attempt at capturing the dream:

Photo credit: Amira Makansi, near Gythio, Greece

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BEACH DREAMS 2
by Kristina Makansi

Standing
Huddled
Broken backs braced against the desolation
Broken faces peering toward salvation
Broken lives dreaming of before,
Or after, just not
Now.

It came quickly,
The end did
When it came.
There, see? I told you so, they said.
Happy to go, it seemed.
To have their worst fears confirmed,
Their highest hopes fulfilled.

But we, we who stand
Together
On the beach
Do not celebrate
The end
Do not recognize
The end
Do not accept
The end.