Toes in the fine sand.
It’s dark, the waves crashing.
The air is warm, a little humid.
Insects singing their steady songs,
in the jungle that sprawls behind me.
A lone bird sings in a tall tree.
There’s a small fire near the water,
with enough light to read by,
but I have my book down,
my eyes are closed,
I am listening to the world,
and feeling it, with my feet.
The resort is nearby,
with a neat and cozy bed,
but I will sleep here,
in a comfortable chair,
under the moon,
on the beach.
Poetry
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I love this poem. It’s very cold and windy today, and there is nothing like a poem that speaks of a tropic island and gentle summer breaeze that makes me long for this winter to pass. I love how the narrator falls asleep on the beach, naturally as if he or she were part of the nature itself, rather than choosing an artificial and man made structure of the resort. Lovely poem once again!
Thank you so much Anna! I appreciate you reading and your feedback! 🙂
I really enjoyed reading this piece. I love spending time at the beach, and the details you used helped create a picture in my head of laying on the beach and relaxing. These sensory details are important, especially in pieces written about nature.
Thank you! I am glad you liked it and I always appreciate the feedback! 🙂