Alone at the Windy Beach (poem) by Gene Williamson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 27, 2012

Heavenly words...and my favourite place to be too...All those cobwebs blown clean away..Its just about the only place left we can ululate...
Best wishes, Diana...

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on November 22, 2011

Your word pictures possess so much clarity that I can easily plant myself within the frame and dance along with you and the gulls.Oh what a sight. Love it Gene. J'nia <> <

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on August 14, 2011

Your verses make me feel as though I too could ululate with the gulls. Well done, Gene. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on August 10, 2011

I love "confront the wind." The image you create here is so powerful and it pulls me in as if I were standing somewhere in the shadows along the shore silently cheering you on . . .

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on August 7, 2011

You paint a wonderful day on a windy beach, one of my favorite places to be in any kind of weather...how I miss the sea
love and peace dear friend, Carole~

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on August 4, 2011

God, this is good!!

Make that p e r f e c t.

"...ululate with the gulls..." has me struggling for words. Images are outstanding, but what sends me most is the way the poem
s o u n d s. Especially the last verse. All those delectable llllll's!!

Wonderful work. Just wonderful.

xOx Phyllis xOx

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on July 24, 2011

... and from the crazy, topsy-turvy windswept beaches of my Dorset shores, you will hear my eager yodelling refrain, dear Gene! How I long for those ululating days when the winds are so fierce the sound is pretty much stopped in your mouth and yet you feel the adrenalin rush of the wild scream of ecstasy or relief. Bits of DH have this effect on me as well... gotta love his odd red wicks!! :)) xx

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on July 23, 2011

Feeling the free wind in my hair
knowing a great poet expressed it!!

~Gene~

Thank you for taking me there!!!

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo

Reviewed on July 23, 2011

Very strong visuals, Gene. I was completely involved with your trip to the windy beach. ~Hugs, Elizabeth

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow

Reviewed on July 22, 2011

The image of tossing the cane out to sea is riveting.. well done, my friend... Myrna

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on July 22, 2011

Ululate indeed - did the book of poems get wet? Love the words you chose gene. Peace and continued inspiration ... richard

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on July 21, 2011

Riveting emotions.....wow..can even feel that wind!

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on July 21, 2011

Lovely! Such strength and freedom. This shows the ageless beauty of a poetic soul, Gene!

Axilea

Reviewed by Lois Christensen

Reviewed on July 21, 2011

going to beach for 5 days, camping in camper no elect at nights, so the moonlight will be a welcome sight..
Good poetry here just in time for my beach get away.
Love those rolling ocean waves and all the things that go with it to enjoy.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on July 21, 2011

I love this poem, it speaks to the soul of hope and freedom

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on July 21, 2011

I can feel the winds of change, Gene! Superb poem!

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on July 21, 2011

Intense feelings of freedom abound in this one, Gene....you put me there...the wind in my face, the gulls soaring above....great stuff!

Anna

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on July 21, 2011

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on July 21, 2011

Wow - I often Ululate with my Dogs in the Woods - but I've never Ululated with Seagulls - sounds marvelous. Keep On Ululating!!

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on July 20, 2011

The poet confronting the elements (life) with the bravado of youth, and the wisdom of experience, though challenged with an aging body. Your lament was heard by the trusty gulls. We all face a similar frustrations to one degree or another. Only the wiley and crafty poet knows the secret to victory. And at poet's end, he'll write again. Gene, this is a colorful expression filled with metaphors and superb writing my dear friend. I am entertained by your masterful rendering. I hope you are preparing another for sharing with us. I bid you love and pace.Jon Michael

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on July 20, 2011

This is
The Young Man and the Sea
by
Gene Williamson,
poet without the need for props
living the moment of living
and we, his readers, are wrapped
in the beauty and warmth of his fine words.

John

Reviewed by Joy Hale

Reviewed on July 20, 2011

Your powerful words speak volumes and yet amuse at the same time! This is an exceptionally good write, Gene. Like fine wine, your words seem to improve with age. Thoroughly enjoyed this one!

Joy L. Hale

Reviewed by TONY NERONE

Reviewed on July 20, 2011

Powerful writing by an awesome writer.
Peace
Tony

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on July 20, 2011

Such soul-reaching words, whimsical but in a profound way, as you delve deeply into this numinous experience ~
Freshly quirky and pleasurable imagery!
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on July 20, 2011

I like your lines . . .

"confront the wind, wrapped in my purple mantilla,
and in a state of abulia, foregoing the will
to seek shelter in the scrabbled dunes,
ululate with the gulls."

better than D.H.'s.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on July 20, 2011

I'd pay good money to see you wrapped in your purple mantilla while you ululate with the gulls...bet you are a sight on AC beach...you'd better keep that cane till you are more sure on your legs...Ed