Seaside Postcard

A broken telescope
gazes sightless into
the redundant sky,
rotting timbers creak
amid half removed ironwork,
graffiti of the departed
scrawled on torn-postered
rusting balustrades;
only half remembering
the very long ago of
those places and their times,
porcelained mementoes,
candyflossed,boat-tripped,seagull clarioned
abandoned in envious oblivion,
sweeping toward
a far horizon
of never
never going back,
leaving one last footprint
to the inexorable tide.

9 thoughts on “Seaside Postcard

  1. Lokesh

    The concept of sea is a marvel that engulfs life fully,wholly and deeply.This poem is a tribute to that -a timeless spray of water to the parched earth.

  2. Sunil Sharma

    Proust and Eliot echoes can be heard in the sea-tossed background marvellously re-made, re-presented, re-created by the gifted Louis. The auditory effects linger on: The sea waves and the seagulls are fused in a powerful poem that tries to retrieve moments past. The desire to resist oblivion through pencilled graffiti and poetic activity are identical attempts at capturing bubbles from the well of memory. A great work, Louis.

  3. Keith Wallis

    ‘the very long ago’ – what a cracking phrase. Seems, as the years sweep by, that changes from ‘yesterdays’ move on at an ever increasing pace and ‘long ago’ is no longer adequate.
    ‘candyflossed,boat-tripped,seagull clarioned’ almost hear Dylan Thomas speaking !

    1. Louis Kasatkin Post author

      Thank you Keith, and well spotted re:Dylan,Thomas this time and not the fictional children’s character,I do enjoy plagiarising,sorry,adapting his style of alliteration , (if that is indeed the correct description).

  4. Louis Kasatkin Post author

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    The comment (by kelly bella):

    Ah-ha, this is not one of my favorites. Then again your worst poem is heads and shoulders above ours. But at least now you know I won’t jump up and down at everything you write. It had moments and had you sheared off some of the descriptives like “inexorable” “redundant” “torn-postered” “abandoned in envious oblivion” I would have been deep inside this poem. There I criticized the master–now I’m wondering if lightning is going to strike me! I reckon you’ll let it slide. A talent like yours can afford to be generous.


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