I am sat on a bench, on the seafront, alone,
Just me, and the sea, and the old weathered stone.
Of course, there are tourists, who wander on by,
And silver winged gulls, as they dissect the sky.
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You are not alone, God is with you all the time, great one O G, I invite you to read and write mine
This honestly had me in tears within the first two stanzas. Your descriptive skills are impeccable and then I burst out laughing as the traffic warden slithered by lol hahaha! Perfect Then you tinker on the lost (addicts) and nearly lost (policeman) . This made me picture Padstow my heaven. And finally you settled neatly back on you which became us the observer in silent reverence. I rarely and I mean rarely ask but plz consider reading beach life as to me it is my moment such as yours in a far less picturesque area. This is far better than mine but just feel you might enjoy it a bit. Ty
You are a lovely storyteller: ^) This poem has a lilting rhythm...very cool and illustrative: ^)
I was sitting right next to him while reading your poem. Great job.
A very positive ending.. liked it so much... we all sometimes need some time alone... its also a part of life...
The critical difference between being alone and being lonely, well penned.
Alone but, still active! Thanks for sharing.