Deserted December beach,
No trees, no garishly scattered gifts,
Only the gift of the ocean
Gray-blue and strangely still
Under the white sky.
Seagulls slowly circling,
Hoping for a treat
From the lone visitor
But her hands are empty,
She has nothing left to give.
2007-12-20 01:17:28 · 7 answers · asked by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
Great poem. I go to the deserted December beach. It's peaceful, and I enjoy the solitude. You captured the experience and sights. I'll bring a treat next time.
2007-12-20 03:32:33 · answer #1 · answered by Marguerite 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
You can't beat the lonely beach. But if you're not on the seacoast, get a stack of classical CS's plus a bottle of the hard stuff, sit back in your recliner and you're all set.
2007-12-20 10:53:05 · answer #2 · answered by hokielover01 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
At the watch tower where I see the verses of the poetesses dissipate into the clouds.
Merry Christmas!
2007-12-20 11:18:48 · answer #3 · answered by Lance 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
And the crowd goes WILD!
Excellent E! This has all the elements; longing, regret, natural scenery...I love it. TD
2007-12-20 10:59:01 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 1⤋
Deep inside me head.Really,really deep.
2007-12-20 09:26:38 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Home sweet home where I can be all alone and do what I want to do, when I want to do it--or do nothing at all.
2007-12-20 11:04:31 · answer #6 · answered by LadyBug 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
My room
2007-12-20 09:24:53 · answer #7 · answered by kitkat 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋