August Encounter

A trip to Lincoln City beach, Oregon last August. A rare non-rhyming poem.

Clouds cut into a clear blue sky
misty grey shrouds emerald waves
the soft roars echo as the wind whips
cool breezes touch the Summer sighs
the sweet aura of nature divine
soft sands and endless sweeping beauty
to capture the soul of she and I
one August encounter our memories to keep

Author's Note

Reviews

[Susie Q]

As usual you have painted a beautiful picture with your words. A great day at the beach enjoying nature.

[Eric Cox]

Thank you! :)

[falling_toxic_rain]

wow. this is ironic, it's so lovely yet the diction is quite serious and vulgar. However, this is what makes the poem tie together in a dark mysterious yet gleeful way.
nice write.

[Eric Cox]

Thank you!

[falling_toxic_rain]

you are welcome ^^ keep writing

[Tina Kline]

Your words brought this poem alive, reading this one gets the feel of being there. Powerful and creative writing. Your talent shines!!!

[Eric Cox]

Thank you!!

[Coyote Song]

Wow, Eric, such a beautiful and spellbinding poem. I wish I could be there right now, such a lovely photo you added with this.

[Eric Cox]

Thank you!!