The Harbor

White, wooden, sunlit masts stand great and tall, like wise old sea-men remembering and recounting whaling battles of their exciting youth. Ships rock back and forth, softly calming and creakily singing to their warm cargo as a mother does her newborn child. The bleached seagulls fly, quietly chattering amongst themselves as though spreading great bird gossip, looking down and fixing their appearances in the glassy, mirror-like water below them. 

 The sea eavesdrops on conversations, and I, listening carefully, can hear the soft scratching of their quills as they document the events overheard, and watch as the frothy overflow of their white ink peaks at the crests of waves. The ocean strains, reaching closer and closer towards the hot, sandy ground, longing to hear more tales concerning the world of land. Sipping my bubbly, brown coffee, content with the magnitude of the beauty I have observed, I return to my beckoning lunch.

Reviews

[Rashi Jain]

Beautiful 💕
I was into the scene that you described so so so beautifully.
'The bleached seagulls fly, quietly chattering amongst themselves as though spreading great bird gossip.'
This is where I want to be you know. 😊
Amazing 💕
Keep Writing 👮

[Ethan]

Thank you so much❤️

[Joey Nizz]

What a great imaginary put in words, excellent you have done a great job writing this.

[Ethan]

Thank you :))

[Joey Nizz]

your welcome :)

[R.M.C]

Great write. Like everyone who reads this will say, they can easily picture the scene you've so brilliantly detailed. You clearly have a talent for writing. Reading this tho I feel like it's more suited for stories than poetry as the structure and description is more suited for such but either way its a pleasure to read.

[Ethan]

Thank you!

[Carol Cashes]

I live in Biloxi, MS, and one of my favorite restaurants has this exact view. You described it perfectly and I will now always lunch there with your imagery in mind. Already love that place, now, it will have poetry. Loved the piece and your command of all the possible formulas possible in the English language. Good job.

[Mr.Writer]

The imagery explained is perfect and the story is very well told on the harbor!
Keep it up

[Ethan]

Thanks :))))

[Mr.Writer]

No problem

[August]

I really like your use of imagery and personification. It really paints a picture in my head-- especially the first line when you compared the masts to old sea-men. The only thing that I thought the second line was redundant was the line: "softly calming and creakily singing". There a few grammatical errors as well, but nothing too bad,

Overall. well written. Great job(:

[Ethan]

where were the grammatical errors? i'd like to fix those

[August]

The second paragraph has an unnecessary comma: "overheard, and watch". It doesn't read so smoothly, so just look it over.

I love the irony in my review, telling you of grammatical errors, when I have them of my own (go me).

Just to clarify, his was really, really good. Your use of words is amazing! Have a great day(:

[Ethan]

Oh yeah, I waffled between using that comma or not. They're my greatest nemesis

[Raven Moonchild]

Fantastic!!!!! :D I can smell the sea air as I read this. :)

[Ethan]

Thank you :)

[Najam Us Saher]

You easily manage to create a picture in reader's mind...I felt like it was in front of my own eyes...

[Ethan]

Thanks! That means a lot

[Najam Us Saher]

you are welcome.

[Angel]

Wow this is completely beautiful.. You have an amazing talent for writing. I always enjoy your poems, they are just great and always have me a lost for words. Great poem :)

[Ethan]

Well thank you :))

[Angel]

You are very welcome :)

[Kelly B.]

The imagery.. 😍 I read this 3 times in a row and just sat in awe. I even found myself starting to daydream a bit. This is wonderful, Ethan.

[Ethan]

Thanks:)))