by Carline Francois

Created on: June 11, 2009

Poetry: Inner Conflict

Sunbathing at the beach, on a sunny day at just past noon,

I observe the waters; warm, tranquil, cool, medium

in color of teal blue. The waves slowly come up to

the sand and slowly retreats into the ocean. The sounds

are low in tone. The intervals lend to the same

movement of water meeting land. There's a quiet

embrace that they engage in. They are not aware

of their surroundings, just lost in the music they create.

Soft splashes of the ocean waves meet the surrender

of the beach sand.

Then as the day progresses into late afternoon, the clouds

change from snow white to medium gray. The winds pick up.

The embrace is broken and the waves begin to splash roughly

forgetting the tranquil moments that just past. The sun hidden

behind gray clouds, lends no warmth to the beach sand or the

ocean waves and their idolaters. This exchange continues in

what seems like forever. As time moves in its own constancy,

the calm movement lends to the atmosphere and the cycle is

broken.

Evening arrives and brings its own beauty on the horizon.

The view of red, orange, violet, blue, yellow, and distant blue-

gray defines the image before you. The evidence of the previous

encounter is nothing but a memory.

Inner conflicts can be good or it can be bad, but time is the power

that brings it to it's destiny of change.

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