gently rounded dunes shifted,
sand squeaked beneath our shoes
as thin strands of grass
whistled in the wind
that wound our hair
around our stinging faces
you turned to me and stared
long and hard into
eyes that watered
in the bitter cold
of a mad March day.
“not tears,” I said
scudding clouds crossed skies
at once both blue and grey,
pale sunlight shafting through
to glitter on the gulls
that cried of loss
and screamed
betrayal
along the shoreline
distant waves creamed
and foamed
shaping ripples here,
sand drifts there,
whilst blackened seaweed sprawled
spent and lifeless
across the rolling beach
amidst the curves and dancing diamonds,
gulls that circled
furling feathered clouds
I saw
my future.
castelsarrasin 
Beautifully evocative, Sandra
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As I see mine as the years roll on. Another good piece.
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Thanks Sheila, thanks Sue. I don’t do very much poetry these days but it’s always nice to get something published. This site (Every Day Poets) also accepted another one yesterday, one I wrote ages ago. It’s called Ode to a Tom Cat – romantic hey?
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“whilst blackened seaweed sprawled
spent and lifeless
across the rolling beach”
I can SEE this in my mind’s eye. Excellent imagery.
….and the insertion of that small bit of real conversation (“not tears,” I said) makes it all so real.
Love this piece…..I find it haunting. 🙂
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Thank you Lillian. A parting on a beach… such a sad though.
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