Car tyres
spread their tread
along the smooth bitumen,
hot-mixed, last year,
to make it more comfortable
to break the speed limit.
A sweat-glistening runner,
on the bike track, jog, slog, jogs
amongst the pedal, pedal, push-bikes
and the flat, neat, feet
of strolling walkers
and their dogs.
Follow-my-leader wavelets
rush, whoosh, shush the beach,
to break,
a disarray of foam,
on a jagging honeycomb
of rocks.
An inshore fishing boat,
with a catch of fish for tea,
put, putter, puts back home
past a lone canoeist,
dip, drip, dipping his paddle
in the late afternoon sea.
On the beach
a solitary figure,
dark against a setting sun,
strum, thumb, strums guitar,
to the feet tapping beat of faint drums
mind-heard from afar.
Author notes
West Australian coast
A contest entry
- Please, inspire me. by GossamerAlice.
700 points, ended May 28, 2008, 16 entries
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I like the alliteration in this.
The lack of capitalization bothers me, but it seems fairly consitant so that's alright. The poem itself seems like one that wouldn't need regularity really.
I enjoyed the ending. Rather peaceful~
Thank you for your entry! -
There are some nice images brought to mind here by using language to good effect. Each stanza has an individaul feel but adds to the over all effect of the poem. I like it.
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