Florida Beach

By skinner_jennifer

Mon, 15 Oct 2018
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Where your waves gave welcome

your surf revived upon this shore,

putting stressful minds at ease

then it was so hard to believe,

 

as edgy hands cup poor injured soul

who looked at me with glassy eyes:

while clouds formed, grey sky erupts

and a million teardrops begin falling,

 

this damaged bird deserves no less

than to be protected from that threat,

when wind blows weaving devastation

leaves flotsam on pristine Florida beach,

 

once golden sand a romantic dream,

all matters of life and debris now lying;

passively waiting for the end of storm

when surging tides once more return.

 

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Comments

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Jenny,

The plastic in the sea is awful and this poor bird sounds like another casualty with its 'glassy eyes'. I liked the pun on 'lying' in your last verse; I thought it clever!!!   frown

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Hilary,

this was a poem I identified with the I P. It was back in the early 1990s that I was in Florida and happened to get stuck on the beach in a storm with this poor bird. I managed to stay with it till someone got a vet to come and take it. Boy was I cold and wet, I remember it so well, it sticks in my mind.

By the way I never noticed the pun till you mentioned it. surprise 

Thank you for reading, always appreciated.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

They've had pretty hefty storms there recently, haven't they? The scene in such places can change dramatically from the relaxing sandy beaches you mention. Birds can get damaged by the weather as well as plastic. And the storm brings in some of the plastic of the oceans too I suppose. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

I felt so sorry for this one little bird stuck on such a huge beach alone, it felt like a natural reaction for me to stay with it during such strong winds and heavy rain. 

It was incredible the amount of debris that was washed up after the storm, anything from jelly fish to unusual shells and then there was rubbish, bones and bits of wooden bark...in fact quite a mixture.

I did manage to get back to shelter, thank goodness, but it was quite scary down there all alone, it was a relief when help finally came.

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny.