This was a poem written in response to this post Long Lost At The Shore – http://wp.me/p6zoPj-6U by Frank Solanki. Thanks Frank.
Storm clouds gather in the north
The North Atlantic Drift’s in force
But the sun still shines down from the west
as i enter the sea to take a rest
The tide is close, but not too high
The shallows stretch for half a mile
This stretch of busy beach is mine
and the passers-by just nod and smile.
For there’s naught so good as clean sea air
To blow away impending doom
So here I will abide a while
before returning to my dank bedroom
The cliffs and rocks have a sallow hue
partaking of the late sun’s rays
It gives me pleasure, content, and peace
To write down that ‘pon which I gaze.
This was originally posted on dermohurley.blogspot.com on August 19 2011
Watching for no one
A lone seagull cries
My eyes, my eyes.
My eyes are drawn skywards
The gull swoops for fun
And I continue to search for the sun.
Undulating ululating sounds of the shore
The empty strand is never silent
I watch, listen for more
The fast running wavelets knock the sandpipers high
The tiny scavengers flitting to new hunting grounds
Where the tasty buried sandworms abound
Such hunting is a challenge for such tiny birds
One that humans have already faced
But standing alone on this solemn strand
My challenge is to put into words