by quietpoly
How often on a wintry day ~ walking down a deserted beach - reluctant to depart. Something special about the ocean on a stormy day.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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Well written descriptive piece that grows beyond mere description and evokes deep feeling.
Very good.
You have managed to capture the moment and bring it back for the reader to share.
You create an experience to feel, not just tell about it.
And you have some very fresh phrases and images and the words flow well.
Thank you for the reading experience.
I have seen those skys, and wandered a beach just like that. You caught both the visual imagery and that feeling very well.
This strophe hit a perfect note:
"It's late.
And yet,
I dare not leave
touch with my feet as I must
every grain of sand
before I go."