So yet another poem... you must be thinking that the book has died a death. Well no it hasn't but I feel it's in need of bit of reworking so have taken some time to write a few poems instead while it gets a brush up.
Last week-end we went down to the coast. It was bright sunny day lovely and hot and absolutely gorgeous is so many ways. Then we stepped out of the car and found that it had hidden us from the wind and despite the lovely sun it was still rather cold for shorts. This is a short piece about being on the coast a place I love because of the moods the sea can have.
greyed cotton wool clouds
hang low buffeted by the sea
waves of growling frustrated toddlers.
Crashing into the beach
their white crests, peaks of wrath
pounding the pebbles
inching closer to me
stones sliding underfoot
my steps deliberate, meaningful
Last week-end we went down to the coast. It was bright sunny day lovely and hot and absolutely gorgeous is so many ways. Then we stepped out of the car and found that it had hidden us from the wind and despite the lovely sun it was still rather cold for shorts. This is a short piece about being on the coast a place I love because of the moods the sea can have.
Wild
sea winds
Eyes
staring out to sea
a
brisk wind freezing the facegreyed cotton wool clouds
hang low buffeted by the sea
waves of growling frustrated toddlers.
Crashing into the beach
their white crests, peaks of wrath
pounding the pebbles
inching closer to me
Turning,
I walk on
the
going is slowstones sliding underfoot
my steps deliberate, meaningful
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