Sunday Seascape

Mike Powers
One chill and misty Sunday afternoon,
I walk along a lonely stretch of beach
In quietude. The only sounds I hear
Along the shore are gently lapping waves,
A seagull's plaintive crying overhead,
And salt-tinged breezes whispering through the trees.

Upon these windswept solitary sands
Where time and tide and wind have left their scars,
I feast my eyes on seaside panorama.
The sun's rays sparkle on the rolling sea
And cool damp mists enshroud the distant isles.

It's growing late, but I'll prolong my stroll;
This tranquil Sunday seascape calms my soul...

Published by Mike Powers

Winner of the 2010 Best of AC Award in the Books category, I am a freelance writer with extensive experience writing online book, movie, and music reviews, poetry, short stories, and other articles of gener...  View profile

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  • Lori Gunn1/23/2011

    Great work here; thanks for sharing

  • Fran Brockmyre10/24/2010

    Wonderful poem.

  • Mary Naylor10/24/2010

    Lovely. This is the type of poem I like to read aloud. The second stanza seems to
    swell like the waves of the sea. I enjoy your photography.

  • Margie Miklas10/23/2010

    Beautiful photo to match this beautiful poem, Mike!

  • Jeanne Baney10/23/2010

    I just love this one. It's like taking a mini vacation when absorbing it.

  • Mike Oberg10/22/2010

    Nice poem and picture!

  • Sandy James10/22/2010

    I can smell the salty air!

  • L.A. Stewart10/22/2010

    I like your phrasing in this piece. Nice!

  • Shannon Stefanick10/22/2010

    Beautiful imagery! Reminds me of the beach I live near now.

  • Carol Roach10/22/2010

    ditto Abby

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