Walking, on the beach.
Ocean, as far as I can see.
The sound of waves,
rushing up the sand.
Seagulls cry out,
who are the calling to?
The wind gusts, strong,
muffling everything.
The steps are hard,
up, and out of the sand,
over, and over.
A long beautiful trudge.
Sea shells, line the way.
I collect a few.
The sun is warm,
the wind is cool,
not a cloud in the sky.
Nature, perfected.
Poetry
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I really enjoyed reading this poem. I love the beach so I felt a personal connection to this piece. I like that you used all types of sensory details: sights and sounds. This works to make this reader feel as if they are there. My favorite part is the end. It is sort of lyrical: “The sun is war, the wind is cool, not a cloud in the sky. Nature, perfected.”
Thank you very much! I am so glad you liked it! 🙂