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April Boardwalk
Contributed by
pvd
on
Sunday, 1st August 2004 @ 09:40:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
poets
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The shops are all closed,
‘REMODELING’
for the coming
season.
Sporadic joggers clop
on by
and the occasional
bicyclist rolls
past.
The sky is overcast
and the wind chill
makes fifty degrees
feel like
thirty.
The beach is desolate,
cleared
of the ocean’s
winter refuse.
The sand is virgin
of foot prints,
marked
only by endless
lines of wind
sculptured ripples,
running
perpendicular
to the waters
edge.
The waves don’t break,
they roll gently
and kiss
the shore.
Seagulls hover
and land
only on
the jetty rocks.
And I sit
on the bench,
sipping coffee,
thinking
about the poem
I haven’t written,
yet.
Copyright ©
pvd
... [
2004-08-01 09:40:50]
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Re: April Boardwalk
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by Silent-No-More on
Sunday, 1st August 2004 @ 10:32:29 AM AEST
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Ohhhhhh!!!! I'm right there with you! This has a quiet 'ooomfgh!'... it is crystal clear and tranquil - but heavy with a poet's external and internal observations. To know that there is an unwritten poem within you is, to my way of thinking, as important as having written it. Again - you've impressed me... this time you did so quietly, carrying me through the piece with such gentleness that you could knock me over with a feather at its end.
Pouring another cup and pondering what is to come,
SNM |
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Re: April Boardwalk
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by wray on
Friday, 13th August 2004 @ 11:38:06 PM AEST
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| Whoa. Spine-tingling stuff... in a nice way. Scenic descriptions usually bore me but this one was so vivid it sucked me into the picture right from the first line. You captured the peace of a quiet, overcast, seemingly insignificant morning amazingly well. Just beautiful. |
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