L Milton Hankins Poet Triolet

Panama City Beach

As waves of sea water wash over me
On the white sand beach of Panama City,
I am carried away by the sound of the sea
As waves of sea water wash over me
I can even ignore the annoying sand flea
Nothing makes me so exuberantly happy
As waves of sea water wash over me
On the white sand beach of Panama City. 

Written June 18, 2022

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Michael Tor June 19, 2022 at 10:19 PM would love to experience the Waves of Sea water. Enjoyed reading. Be blessed my friend... L Milton Hankins June 20, 2022 at 4:36 AM Ah, I wish that for you, Michael. Have a great week!

Sotto Poet June 19, 2022 at 9:15 AM Milt, not only with this form but also with a great many others, you perform exceptionally well. It truly does sound lovely, and the reader can realize a sense of the deep affection that you have for Panama City through the metaphors that you've used. I fully appreciate your valuable comment on my poem "dewdrops draw bows." L Milton Hankins June 19, 2022 at 2:07 PM Thank you, Lasaad. I appreciate your thoughts on my poem.

Caren Krutsinger June 18, 2022 at 7:13 PM I feel your love for Panama City and the ocean now! L Milton Hankins June 18, 2022 at 7:33 PM Ah, I do really love the ocean, and the beach at Panama City is so beautiful.

Andrea Dietrich June 18, 2022 at 2:30 PM Maybe you could do a book of just your triolet poetry. You do very well with this form, as well as so many others, Milt. L Milton Hankins June 18, 2022 at 2:52 PM Aw, thanks, Andrea. I'm working on a collection right now, but the going is slow. I've been too preoccupied with medical crap this summer to get much done on it. But, I do thank you for the compliment.

Tom Cunningham June 18, 2022 at 11:39 AM You paint a stunning image of a white sandy beech with the sound of the waves lapping at your feet. There's something magical about the sea, I can see why many men are lured to it and become sailors. Tom L Milton Hankins June 18, 2022 at 12:39 PM Thank you so much, Tom. My father was a sailor, and I have always had a fond attraction to the ocean and beaches.