Sun baking slightly on my skin.
As I walk alone upon a naked morning beach
I looked and saw not one human print,
Only those that were left by me.
Then I notice there was writing in the sand.
A language I did not understand.
I tried hard to figure what language this could be.
A lone Seagull landed five feet in front me.
I realized then,
That it was nature's way of revealing its thoughts
Which were left by winged fowls
Upon a desolate beach.
A simple undisturbed creature’s print
Has such impact on my lonesome heart
Which doesn’t perceive that nature is always
Walking quietly next to me.
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Hi Eddie
So good to see you back after a break. I really liked how you have built up the essence of this poem and taken the reader with a high impact closing...i truly loved
A simple undisturbed creature’s print
Has such impact on my lonesome heart
Which doesn’t perceive that nature is always
Walking quietly next to me.
"so very true" i muttered under my breath as your your poem made me realize. Thanks for posting.
Regards,
raj
thanks, I have been so busy with work. I have not felt any creative juices flowing in a while. I am happy you enjoyed it.
It's always nice to hear from you!
Eddie C.
EDDIE!!
Great poem, it pulled me right in!! Just got back on the site after a long absence :) Glad you are still around... am looking forward to do a lot of catching up!!