Poem: The Beach

The rock from the beach

The rock I found on the beach.                              ©2012 Christy Birmingham

The Beach

We walk the beach,

She and I,

Not he and I,

Yet I feel a sense of peace at the ease with which we walk,

With my head held forward rather than downward

And a glide to my steps in less-than-perfect running shoes.

 

We look for shells to collect and I find a

Sparkly rock, whose proper name I do not need –

Now that I have located my own title.

 

We head back to the trail with our treasures in hand

And I know there are no more secrets,

Now replaced by smooth stones to collect and

My less-than-perfect running shoes.

 

©2012 Christy Birmingham

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54 thoughts on “Poem: The Beach

  1. Marc Phillippe Babineau

    Time to cash out some of those earnings and buy some good running shoes?

    I like the symbolism here of walking along the beach with an unnamed female source, which I take to be your soul (hey! we all take what we want, right?!) Nice…

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    1. Aquileana

      Dear Christy;

      I was reading Pathways to Illumination and found this great poem … (Section New Growth. p. 72).

      I remembered it also was here on Poetic Parfait and decided to just leave you a brief comment… So there it goes…

      I won´t talk about the rock, cause it it less important than the beginning of the poem and the feeling of being on tune with someone…

      Is is “she” herself like Marc Phillippe Babineau has well pointed above?.
      Or is “she” another woman?…

      I think the main topic in this poem is not just shells and rocks.

      I believe we can´t toss aside the whole relationships issue, which is the main topic of the poem, at least as I see it .

      Otherwise, the rock will gained space and poetry will turn into a rather naïve thing…

      Undoubtedly deep inner changes and relationships are main topics here… And, at the end, they mean much more than (quoting you):

      “An Sparkly rock, whose proper name you do not need” as “you have already located your own title”…

      Another meaningful poem here.
      Thanks my friend for being so special to me…

      Sending you love ;

      Aquileana 😉

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      1. Christy Birmingham Post author

        Hi Amalia,
        What I love about poetry is the way different people can interpret the same lines… there is no right or wrong way to look at this poem. Just as Marc saw one version of “she” there may be another… While I had in my mind a physical woman standing beside the “I” character, that does not have to be the way it is read.

        You are right that the poem is about changing ways of looking at oneself and starting to feel a boost in confidence.

        I admire the way you dissect poetry and I am honored that you enjoy my work so much. Thanks for taking time to read this poem today and I’m glad you are enjoying the book too.

        Love back to you, my friend!

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        1. Aquileana

          Christy;

          It is pleasure and will be writing the review i´ve told you in the following days. I ´ve just finished the book and really loved it… ☆

          You are right: there are always different ways to interpret literature

          is very hilarious when critics propose a psychoanalytic or political interpretation of a text and the authors react like as if they were completely astonished… They just never suspected that further reading.

          I imagine it must happen the same to you with your poems , in some cases.

          Well I guess, feedback with readers turns the poetic world in a more versatile and dynamic way … Doesn´t it ?….

          Love back at you;

          Aquileana 🙂

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        2. Christy Birmingham Post author

          Yes, it is interesting when people offer different interpretations of my works than I had in mind. I enjoy the way the added layers come on, and welcome them all. Good or bad, there are ways to learn from the feedback.

          Thanks again for offering up the review of the book. Would you write it at the RP website (my publisher) or on your site?

          Let me know if you need anything from me. Happy weekend!

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  2. raymond alexander kukkee

    Christyb, with this poem I got the feeling that you have finally become comfortable with yourself–and the status quo–rather than pining for complex relationships, exotic treasures, a simple sparkly common rock will do–and you now fill your own shoes comfortably. “Christyb loves sparkly rocks and life as it is”. “:)

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Raymond, you understand the poem so well. How nice to see you here. I cherish what the rock symbolizes on many levels. Hope, a wonderful day, and being grounded. Thanks for stopping by and your poetic words.

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  3. Jane Carroll

    Loved the poem. It’s true we all see life through our own unique lens. The images that I saw were of my friend and me walking at sunset as we did for the years I lived at the beach…the dogs playing in the surf and all our secrets being told. I love the shiny rock…I would have saved it, too! The combo of the rock and the shoes does put me in a mind of forgiving the past, coming to a place of peace in the present, and looking forward to the future. Hugs!

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      I am smiling as I read your comment Jane. I am glad the poem reminds you of good times and that how the stone will remind me of the good day. You are quite right about the shoes being symbols of walking forward to happier times. Thanks for stopping by to read, it means a lot to me.

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  4. Sue Dreamwalker

    A pastime I love doing both. Walking the beach and collecting from them. And love your stone. The ocean molds us some wonderful gifts. Loe this Christy.
    I’m pleased you enjoyed time gatherig. Thoughts also!!
    Love Sue

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  5. Francina

    Lovely poem, Christy. I too love to walk down the beach and gather shells and rocks. It’s a good way to cleanse your soul when needed.
    Ciao, Francina

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  6. John Evans

    Lovely poetic expression of your soul’s delights, Christy. To simply be free is the greatest blessing any of us may have! You have captured the essence of freedom with this beautiful work of art.

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  7. Cat Forsley

    The Rock looks like an angel feather in shape CB ……..
    or am i dreaming ?
    what a gorgeous poem
    Van has such lovely lovely beaches …………
    Gorgeous poem xo
    love xx
    C

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Cat, I saw your comment and then perused online for angel feather images. You are so right! Oh, this makes my rock even more special now. I have it laying at my computer as a symbol of so many things… Thanks for letting me know about the feather. So pleased you like the poem xx

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      1. Cat Forsley

        i woke up so early – i think i think clearer in the morning 🙂 that’s what i saw ..:)
        it’s beautiful CB your poem and i do the same with the things i keep sacred ……… a few rocks too 🙂
        and some fam pics xoxoxoxoxoxo
        love xo

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  8. Julie Catherine

    Wonderful poem, Christy! I love both the simplicity of the crafting of this write, and the depth of its message – which, to me, echoes the feeling that you are becoming more centered in your own power; more at ease with your own sense of self. I love that, like life, running shoes don’t need to be perfect to be cherished ……. I really love this, well done, my friend! ~ Love and hugs, Julie xoxox

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    1. Julie Catherine

      Oh, and I love the sparkly rock! I collect shells and crystals (the rocks, lol) … and they are my treasures, just love them! 🙂

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      1. Christy Birmingham Post author

        Your interpretation of the poem is spot on, my friend. I used to think I had to change myself to fit someone else’s world but now I see that I can just be me. That has been a big growth for me. Thank-you for stopping by – collecting treasures from the beach is fun!

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  9. lscotthoughts

    Lovely poem, Christy, and is the beach not the perfect place to ponder, while listening to the waves and collecting such treasures as your sparkly rock and shells? It sounds from your words that you are more comfortable within your own skin, which is always one of life’s blessings. And honestly, who needs perfect running shoes? If anything, take them off and dip your toes in the water! Love and hugs, Lauren 🙂

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  10. rollyachabot

    Hi Christy… nicely put… love the peace… well done.

    Yet I feel a sense of peace at the ease with which we walk,

    With my head held forward rather than downward

    Hugs from this way

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  11. Red

    You and the shoes! I see the shoes as the way you feel others see you. As long as you are comfortable within them, no one’s judgment should matter. I love that you are taking pleasure in what is truly the simple successes we find everyday along the path.
    {HUGZ}
    Red.
    xxx

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  12. Eric Alagan

    This touched a chord for me Christy-B.

    I love walking alone but am never alone. Sometimes he leads and at other times, he follows – my shadow. I enjoy my company as much as I enjoy the company of my loved ones.

    I’m never alone…HE makes sure that I’m never alone.

    You’re never alone…

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  13. Tessa

    Christy, such a beautifully told picture of a journey…reflected through your well worn shoes and the rocks’ own path to end up on the beach. We are all on a journey and the paths we choose to take…truly make us who we are. Sounds like you are working your way toward tranquility and peace…wish you no stumbling blocks on the way. Onwards & Upwards!

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  14. Gretchen Leary

    The final line was perfect to me. It really acted as what I like to call a “crescendo”. If I finish reading a poem, and I have to sit and think about it, I know it’s good. I like the story you told through your words. Well done (although I am no critic or expert). I like your poem

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  15. Lisa Orchard

    Great Poem Christy! I’m a runner too! So I know how attached we get to our running shoes 🙂 It’s hard to find the right pair and when you do, you don’t want to give them up when they wear out! 🙂

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  16. mywithershins

    Oh, your poem reminds me of how much I enjoy looking for interesting rocks along the shore. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the chance to do that. Thanks for the memory! 🙂

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