We huddled
Beneath the pier
With tangled pretzel legs.
Denim shorts, the color of the coast
Speckled with sand
Like salted dough.
We huddled
Beneath the pier
White and pink seashells
Small like rabbit noses
Kissed and nipped
Our toes.
We huddled
Beneath the pier
Bright umbrella tops
Plastic pails and shovels and
Towels spread.
Chairs perched upright,
A set of pelicans
Just like the two of us.
We huddled
Beneath the pier
As the ocean whispered
And clouds passed by
In dainty shapes
Each unique like
Vintage teacups.
We huddled
Beneath the pier
To farewell the boats
And sun
And greet the crescent
With every single star
And galaxy stitch.
We huddled
Beneath the pier
As if a storm brewed
Coffee pot strong,
No cream or sugar.
We huddled
Beneath the pier
As if we were in control
Of the summer.
by WRITINGCOLORFULLY
© All rights reserved 2019
Lovely! ❤
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It really is, isn’t it? 🙂
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This poem seemed very alive, creating a very tangible scene. The mix of metaphor and repetition is lovely.
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It’s one of our favourite guest poems by far!
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This is really good! Well done!
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It was too good not to share. 😀
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I was a teen in Virginia Beach Virginia. Your poem brought back fond memories.
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I’m so glad, Rae. Writingcolorfully will appreciate that feedback, I’m sure. 🙂
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This made me smile. “Coffee pot strong” I’m a sucker for a fresh metaphor.
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So are we! 😀
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😉
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I loved the repetition at the start of each verse. It shows a true story of a typical day at the British seaside.
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It’s beautifully formed, that’s for sure! 🙂
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