Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Location: Chong Khae, Nakhonsawan, Thailand

Monday, March 5, 2012

Motel At Rye Beach

(Your money back any day it rains!)

On the Beach:

Below you the deep ends
in a wide tongue, flecked
with white, hissing up hill
to lick smooth the hot beach
sand as if it were ice cream.

Beyond you the flat sea runs
up hill to a crest way out there
where it begins its long ski
slope slide down to France
and places on the other side.

Above you the old Roman
God Sol blinds all who dare
look up while toasting flaked
out sun bathers as if they were
fruit filled pastries under a heat
lamp in a convenience store.

For those still alive our beach
is an interesting place to stand
with lots to do – try our famous
toffee taffy at Candy Land Arcade –
and at night listen as the sea breeze
wafts in deep silence above quiet
rollers with only the tiny voice
of a lonely buoy bell to be heard.

FG March 5, 2012

All rights reserved by the author Forrest Greenwood.

For my cousin Judy in Weare who is counting the minutes of
sun light gained every day until life’s a beach again.