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~White Beaches~

White beaches I once knew.
To walk, to stand among their numbers
I sang once too, my song reaching no corner,
no place that can be known.

They heard, they knew and sang their song subdued.
I walked among their numbers, the white washing over me.
Of something I once knew and felt but never saw.

And so I knew that lost I stood and found there too.
Among their numbers where sky met grass
what time forgot they told in muted whispers.

I strained my ears to hear what tales they told
what fables they outlay.
They pulled away and swayed again.

I walked away hoping to return,
perhaps one day to see
White Beaches I once knew and felt but never saw.
©2003-2009 *balaa
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Author's Comments

This poem is simple and ambiguous in meaning when first read yet it tells a story deeper than it first appears. White beaches is a phrase used to describe what the grasses of the African Savannah may look from above, more specifically the grasses of the Kalahari desert.

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:icontyrus:
This is a lovely piece, very majestic and... I dunno, I think the words I'm looking for are nostalgic pantheism, or something like that. The way that the landscape talks about fables, and the kind of "spiritual" imprint of the "beaches" are particularly impressive. Am I right there, thinking about it? Is it to do with a "spiritual home"?

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:iconbalaa:
Yes indeed my spiritual home, a place that we all know if our hearts but have perhaps never been to. This is actually my first serious poem. Thank you for the wonderful comment!
:iconriku-aelitonnes:
This is beautiful. It describes things to perfectly in so few words that you almost feel as if you're seeing it, trying to hear the muted wispers yourself.

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:iconbalaa:
*HUGS* thank you kindly. This poem holds a great deal of importance to me and I thank you deeply for taking the time to read it and moreover find enjoyment from it!

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"The best we can do is teach ourselves to appreciate our own work more..after all..if we can please ourselves, we have pleased our most harshest of critics" ~BALAA
:iconriku-aelitonnes:
You're welcome. ^^ It reminds me of a short story I wrote, only this tells everything in alot less words. All of your art is beautiful.

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:iconsoulpaste:
I could in no way describe the emotion of the poem, but it's so beautiful i might just have to fave it! =D I bet you're freaked about who I am, sorry if you think I'm weird springing on you're work like this!

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:icondove8k:
This is beautiful.... Just wow ^_^! I think I've said to others that I enjoy words, storys, poems that move me, this one definately did. I drew me in and enabled me to imagine myself using them in my own life.

Very well written.

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July 2, 2003

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