by Estelle Bruno
my lovely beach
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Beautiful and sad with a profound last line
lovely. Love that last line. I have nothing to feed them.
thanks Susan and D'Arcy, you both liked the last line.
Good piece, Estelle. I like the phrasings here, and especially like the closing.
I'm reading this from my home, and yet, somehow, this story brings me home - the bloated clouds, the gulls, the feelings. Great imagery.
glad you liked this Sam. Thanks
Matt, is your home near a beach" I hope it is. thanks for liking this.
lovely and oh that last line. *
Your comments always are an upper for me. Thanks so much Julie
you transported me. thanks. peace...
I just re-read this, it must be an intense desire to get near a beach... it's a lovely poem and brings up questions, which I like in a poem
Linda, happy I had that effect for you. Thanks
Daryl, happy you liked this.
Susan, yes, you know how we all are about beaches. glad it brings up questions.
Hi Estelle, a beautiful moment here. "Expect" sounds hard.
Perhaps, "Threatening to peck at my head"? just a thought.
thanks Roberto will think about this.
Oh Estelle, this is lovely. I'm so far from the ocean, but you've made me long for it this morning. That last line hits hard. *
thanks Kathy, this water is my salvation. I love all the wild life I see.
Great poem and I love the last line. What an ending Estelle.
thanks Gloria glad you liked the ending.
Have a nice turkey day. See you soon.