By
the old lifeboat station
Old
lifeboat station stands alone
boards
where windows stood
dirty
white walls weather blown
many
years eroded wood.
Sea
is calm,so quiet, no sound
offshore
water ruffles slight
like
Tudor lace gently kisses ground
invisible
waves, ripples no might.
Shale
cliffs so low scarce there
sand
is dark upon this strand
rocks
caressed gently with care
tenderness
in perfect band.
Suddenly
run two wet suited guys
with
surf boards pass so fast
straight
into the sea, a big surprise
heroic,
glacial to the last.
Early
February day, scarves, hats for heat
air
this cold, feels so free
pretty
today, where water with sand meet
wild
next week this fickle sea.
24 comments:
like your use of rhyme and alliteration and the last two lines round off the poem nicely.
Yvonne: This took some time to construct so I am glad that you like it.
Such a lovely, vivid description.
Very nice poem. You have such a wonderful gift. Glad you can portray your thoughts this way... Excellent!
Hugs,
Betsy
Welshcakes: Thank you so much for your comments and so glad you found the description vivid and hope you could picture where I was.
Betsy from Tennessee:Thank you for your kind comments. I hope your imagination took you to where I wrote this poem.
Oh I can see the setting and feel the cold as well as the startlement of those two surfers dashing through your poem.
Lady M: It is a great place so glad you could be there!!
Nice to be on the water, very pleasant read.
Brrr...not sure if I'd want to enter the water this time of year. I did so enjoy reading this!
Out on the prairie: So pleased you enjoyed reading this.These surfers seemed to spend most of the time in the water....brrr!
Lisa @Two Bears Farm: I am sure I wouldn't even with a wetsuit on! I am so pleased you enjoyed this one.
Pretty but cold! I don't see lifeboat stations where I live.
Al: It was chillingly cold!
Lovely poem, it's like I can see the old life boat house..
You're clever! :)
Viola:So pleased you were with me and liked this poem. :)
lovely description
Crafty Green Poet:Thanks.
What a lovely description.
I see those crazy dudes going out in all weathers ;-)
CherryPie: It never ceases to amaze me that whatever the temperature there are always people in the sea wetsuited of course!
Hello Cuby, I can picture this scene with the sea and the surfers. It could be a similiar scene here on a cold Maryland beach watching the surfers in their wet suits.
eileeninmd: So pleased you could picture this as I want to share the lovely places that inspire my poetry.
I like this poem!! Boom & Gary of the Vermilon River, Canada.
Gary: Thank you for reading it.
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