Lake Michigan Sunrise


It feels like a sleepy sunrise, 

not many others about, walking the beach.

The cold is daunting. 


No one cared to join me on my walk,

content to lounge in bed, 

tired from last night's festivities, and rightly so. 


No doubt I appear introspective,

plinking stones into the lake,

watching the ripple-effect. Appearances deceive. 


It isn't my choice to walk alone, but theirs to stay in bed.

I am enjoying the morning.

Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-04 at 16:20

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Lake Michigan and the other GreatLakes are really seas. They create their own climate and it can be nasty. I can feel the chill as I read this, sitting on board my summer home, a boat on the shores of Lake St Clair. Being alone on a beach walk is a rare and introspective treat. Hope you enjoyed it.

alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
i understood every words but i can't relate

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, bravo! Yes!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
How many times i've walked on the cold and windy shores on the Michigan side of Lake Michigan! Always desolate but for a few brave joggers. My fitst love tried to teach me to skim rocks over its surface while I shivered with the cold. I love the image you have painted here. Very visual.

I love the opening line, there's a lot to be missed early in the morning and of course there's the thinking, skimming those thoughts across the lake would work for me.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, poet.

How many jumps did you get on your skimmy stone?