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Evening Seashore

Evening ShoreI drop back
letting the others and their voices
fade ahead of me.
This is not a talking place,
this beach –
I don’t even want
to follow their footsteps.
The sun has gone
But its echo warms my feet
in the rock pools.
I wriggle my toes
in the sand
near intricately
limpet-patterned rocks.
All I can hear is the sea –
even the seagulls are quiet
at this end of the day.
And I bask
in the sensuality
of silence.

Comments

  1. I don’t even know if I should say something and break the silence?!!!

    Lovely poem Sue, I think this is what I need to do!

    • Thank you for your kind words. And yes, I think we all need to spend this kind of ‘time out’ – whether by the ocean or not. It’s so good for the soul! :)

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