Poetry On the Beach

                      
The forecast called for 88 degrees, humid and scattered clouds, so we decided to take a micro- adventure to Wingaersheek Beach. The tide was going out, therefore it would be a great day to search for creatures in the tide pools, climb the rocks and walk out to the sandbar. We found a spot on the very narrow strip of sand and then waited for the sun to arrive.  Before I can even venture towards the cold water of the North Shore I must get really hot. I sat comfortably on the soft sand, waiting for the blazing sun to do its work, and took out my journal to write. These two poems were inspired by my surroundings.

 

Here comes the

sun

the sensational

sun

my skin

my soul

soaks up

the shining

sunshine.

Satisfied

and smiling


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Rats

with wings.

Birds that hover

and stare

with their beady eyes

waiting for the perfect

moment

to snatch

from you

and escape by flight.

Scavengers

bold

a nuisance

 

 

Seagulls

 

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