Beach Breezes

Written for:  Sunday Muse #113


Breeze coming
off ocean. Latter
part of day. Staying
still gazing for
as long as I can.
Focused on sky
until clouds occlude
all color, and I am
the only color at peace
on this deserted beach.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to Beach Breezes

  1. Such serenity forming in the piece. Thank you.

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  2. Beverly Crawford says:

    What a serene and peaceful interlude. Thank you♉️


  3. Helen says:

    Your poem is a lovely reminder of the many times I have been graced with the the overwhelming beauty of a sun setting as I sit quietly until there is no light left. Thank you.


  4. Jim says:

    There is something irie about being the only ones at the beach, I am in awe of the vastness if the sandy stretches and of the power and the power of its adjacent waters.


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  6. Sherry Marr says:

    Beautiful, Sara.


  7. qbit says:

    “the only color at peace
    on this deserted beach.” — ah, great image and language!


  8. wyndolynne says:

    Wow! That serenity of waiting, as if peace were a bird just creeping along the sand…beautiful.


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