Oceanside on our vacation
watching surfers’ liberation,
we delight in each gyration
of athletic recreation.
Wet sands trace a new vibration
as waves crash in syncopation.
Voices hush in conversation
and we share a cold libation.
Lost in quiet contemplation
joy fulfills each expectation.
In a list
A contest entry
- Poetic Form: Monorhyme - Prompt - Water by Little Eagle.
600 points, ended December 28, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How do you think I could improve this poem?
Comments
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Thank you for your entry
I love the beach. I have never seen surfers though except on tv. I would love to be able to watch them in real live. I like this one you have followed the prompt well and I really like the end rhymes. The flow was perfect, no hint of forced rhyme.
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
Tammy -
Liz, This is a great poem you penned here. Good luck in the contest!
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