The Sea Is Calling
the sun rises over the sea
as I watch in early morn
changing indigo to a bright
crimson coloured dawn
seagulls floating up above
calling out from the sky
with voices mocking me
about their ability to fly
from bitter winter gales
silent windswept dunes
mounds of amber sand
protects the land from ruin
it’s salty ocean spray
blowing across the air
clings to clothes and skin
and soon dampens my hair
waves gently lapping
against the barren shore
in rhythmic measure
moving back and fore
wind blown mighty waves
and the fearsome roar
of breaking surf crashing
against a defenseless shore
the sea is calling out to me
whenever I feel alone
as it is close to sea
where I feel most at home
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Author:
James Alexander (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 29th, 2021 00:06
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
A lovely poem. I see it and hear it. Thank you.
Super words James, I was taken there.
Andy
I must go down to the sea again to the wonderful sea and sky as the bard once wrote and you too capture the serenity of the ocean beautifully with imagery and descriptive text. ☺
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