Ocean Opera

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July Covid-19 PAD – Day 3 – “A Day At The Beach”
What can you hear?  We are looking for poems about the sounds heard at lake/ocean side.

Sand shushes
next to my blanket–
quick steps of a
child heading
for the water. Squawk!
Squawk! Seagulls land
to pick through sand,
scavenging for food,
claw marks in code.
Whoosh! White waves
climb and roll to shore
with roaring splash.

“Mom, look at this
shell I found.”

“Let’s build
a castle.” Pails
and shovels click

Briny scent sails
through the air,
touches my hair
and lips with salt.


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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