Port Angeles

The sand is wet.  It rained last night.  Now, morning's come
In suffocating gray, the sky, the sea, the shore.  I throw more
Wood onto my fire, stare out at the tossing water.  Such days
Banish satisfaction, but they also quash desire.  Three years,
She meant something to me, but she does no more.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-10-16 at 13:48

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Very tight and illuminating phrases. Reminds me of Hemingway.

Powerful indeed. I like the way you led the poem towards the end, especially the last line.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Each word creates an image and a feeling. Powerful poem.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
So much weight, the heaviness, all so vivid. The swirling depth of emotion pulls down and sinks in the sand. Powerful imagery. It is an experience-- tactical, emotional, poetic.