Volume 5 | Issue 2 | June-July
2011 |
The Sapphire Coast
Nigel Burwood
No one cares where we went on holiday
The beaches we lay on
The cracked patio, the parks and pools,
The broken boogie board, the colony of cats,
Hula girls dancing in warm rain
Spy jets in the canyons.
Forgotten by everyone but us
We two, sunglassed and suntanned
With our separate, selective memories.
And it doesn't matter,
And it doesn't matter that it doesn't matter.
No need for the crying room,
Forgetting needs no practice.
We're going closer to the Equator next time,
A beach house on the Sapphire Coast,
If you want to know,
And you don't.
Nigel Burwood - Nigel Burwood, British, lives in Santa Cruz, California and also in London and Norfolk part of the year. When he isn't writing poems and publishing them in literary journals, he sells books on the Internet, attends auctions and plays golf. A collection of his poetry is currently published in World's Strand, an international anthology (academici/UK 2006) for which he suggested the title, helping to mold the vision. An English major with a degree from Southampton, favorite poets and writers include Baudelaire, Eliot, Borges, Nabokov and Meades.
