Beach roses and windmills
Call me down to the sandy shore they guard
A siren sound pulling me towards it
My english teacher
One told me
Of how she wrote the names of people
Who wronged her
On the bottom of her shoes
And when she walked the beach every day
She’d wear the pair she’d inked
Their soles grinding against the grains of sand
Telling herself
When the sand had wiped the name from her shoe
She could release the anger she held towards them
Now when I crave the salty air of the beach
I know there’s something I need to let go of
My feet press into the sand along the shore
My hands collect as I go:
Seaglass, bits of pottery, seashells and sand dollars
Gifts from the sea herself
With each step I feel the grains of sand against my bare feet
And the bottled up fury, frustration and pain I hold on to
Release
Natalie Tisler is a free verse poet with work featured in a variety of journals including: The Whisky Blot, WestWard Quarterly, Discretionary Love, Black Poppy Review, Young Ravens Literary Review and Poetry Breakfast. In her poetry you’ll find she uses descriptive imagery and nature metaphors to connect with her audience.
Website: https://natalietisler.com/
This is beautiful ✨ I love that the beach provides a north star and place to ground and release our pent up anger. Such an affirming metaphor. Thank you.
Your poem took me to the beach in my mind..