Three o'clock.
I should be looking for work,
but instead I find myself
outside on a freezing grey
afternoon. The rain pelts
my umbrella, it's difficult
not to get swept away.
At the promenade, I sit down
on a worn bench beside the raging sea.
Suddenly the rain stops. Nobody else
is in sight, there's not even traffic -
the only sounds are the seagulls
overhead and the waves lapping
against the rocks, climbing the cement
walls, then falling, water hitting water.
I light a cigarette
and inhale slowly, calmly;
I exhale and watch the smoke
fade in the dull light.
A contest entry
- Poetry and Freedom...quick contest by Peteskid.
600 points, ended April 28, 2008, 9 entries
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i think that its good
i like it!
"the only sounds are the seagulls
overhead and the waves lapping
against the rocks, climbing the cement
walls, then falling, water hitting water."
that is my favorite stanza -
Sometimes it's great to just getaway
from your everyday life and find yourself
in a cool and tranquil place. I love your
imagery and emotions in this. Lovely work
and keep it up! Thanks a lot for sharing
this one with all of us here!
Jeremy0826 -
Brilliant
Yes, I love this poem. I feel I am right there with you, lighting up and watching the world go by. An excellent piece of writing!
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Thanks for the feedback - very glad you enjoyed it.
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You have absolutely drawn me into this scene. I saw and heard and felt with you. Marvelous description!! Really great stuff!
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Oh, this young author has a touch,and quite a wonderful knack for imagery...so many vivid visuals came to mind as I read, so very well done here freedom on so many well expressed levels here. Wonderful...PK
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