Rambling
"Rambling is a mood enhancer and it is during my ramblings that Nature talks to me in inaudible whispers and I am struck by the silent beauty around me"
_By Poet
As the shadows began lengthening,
I slowly walked to the seashore,
Through the cobbled path,
With stinging stones under my feet,
And piles of golden clouds floating above,
Enjoying the whistling of the wind through the reeds,
Inhaling the saline air, smelling of rotting seaweeds.
Along the margin of the vast strand, I rambled for long
Feeling the foamy fringes of water lapping at my feet
And sensing the sand slipping away under my feet
I watched the gentle undulating billows.
Rolling their silver volumes
As if to die away on the happy shores
The sapphire waters and the roaring waves
The churning tides and the feathery foam
Made me wonder at the horror and beauty,
That inbred dichotomy Nature carries within
With such surreal beauty surrounding me
I yearn to ramble on and on till the end of time,
Like a recluse with only the company of the sea at my side
The wet sand under my feet and the clouds above my head!
April.5. 2023
~ Placed First~
Writing Challenge ‘R’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor. Constance La France
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