The waves roar and break upon the sand–

so grand,

the spindrift whipping up to the clouds,

so loud,

the joy of faces blush-pinked,

and salt-speckled

with sea-kissed freckles.

We sink into the mucky-wet, cool puddles,

a jellyfish drifts beachward and back out to sea—

free to be.

A dancing sprite, cartwheels across the sand,

her wonderland,

gritty-warm underfoot,

holding the sun’s heat within,

let it in,

it radiates back in golden-glimmers,

like love, it shimmers.

Gulls chortle as they fly overhead,

diving down to grab some bread,

or perhaps some fries,

(those Boardwalk fries),

the scent of tar and ketchup mix

with suntan lotion,

the constant motion

of summer treats and seaside tricks,

a perfect beach day—

I want to stay,

watch and dream, as the ocean,

blue-green-gray,

and capped with white,

swirls and twirls,

(as it has)

from dawn of time to darkest night.

Cape May, NJ

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: “we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.”