Reflections Upon Walking The Shore

 

 

I.
Burnt rust lines the shoreline.
Gulls peck and grope the sand.
The sky turns grey.

II.
A lone osprey surveys her nest.
There is a tearful fisherman too.
Such is the loss of resource.

III.
I walk, following the red gravel
In oil slicked slippery steps
A slow rain begins.

IV.
A foamy bay caresses the sands.
Colored stones lay in wait.
Heavy yet hopeful.

V.
Cat tails swish and sway
Impervious to man's ravage.
So insidious is our ruin.

Reviews

[Toni Prehoda Kahler]

I'm drawn to this piece, with its shutter-like stills....I llike that in lll. you are walking, as you move forward, so do your thoughts and images.

"Colored stones lay in wait.
Heavy yet hopeful ."

This in contrast to your last line gives me the impact of responsibility.

Thoughtful and current.

[Denny]

Nice work on a not so nice subject. I like the Roman numerals since this is a report as well as a poem. The second verse isn't as smooth as the others to me. The last verse is just about as good as one can do. I decided to read this because of the title. While it wasn't what I expected, it was worth the time and I shall remember this one.

[Syndra Lynn]

I love the imagery of this piece. brilliant

[Jenny Davis]

This is truly fantastic poetry. I especially liked the bit about the colored rocks and their "heaviness"...very effective. Great write :)

[J.P.O.et]

Yes, She is sad about our negligence.
Fishermen tend to be a tearfull and sad lot anyway.
Love the last verse
'So insidious is our ruin.' Very true
Nice write, good checking in on u again :)

J.P.O.et

A wonderful poem relating to the environmental damage caused by oil spills.

Wonderful imagery, the emotions portrayed by both the gull and the fisherman imparts the message stronger.

Good form and rhythm. Good flow as well.

This is a very good piece.