Gray Skies and Beach Stones
By: Felix Perry
I walked with the wind, on a cold winter’s day
Nodded casually to a gray cloudy sky
Shook hands with the waves as shyly they neared
Listened as the storm surf whispered a sigh
Kicked the snow from a chair
that looked out of place there
summer colors didn’t match with
the winter skies and my silver gray tear
Fog rolled cross all that was in sight
I pulled my old parka tight
Smiled noticing I wasn’t alone
As I watched an old sea gull alight
Then I turned my back to the wind
It was time now to once more begin
To deal with day to day’s reality
Lock away “could have beens”
Those haunting broke dream trade-ins
For old love is just old history…
Lin
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
I think we all have those sad moments of goodbye to parts of our past. You made this beach come alive. The perfect place to do some thinking. Hugs,
Sheila
Must be wonderful to walk with the wind
kicking the snow Love this poem
I live in a desert once every so often
God sends snow my way!!
Brilliant write Fee
Sending Peace Love and hugssss.....Yolie
hugs
fee
"Those haunting broke dream trade-ins
For old love is just old history…"
What else could wrap this piece up! The feeling I get from this is "another day in hell gone, oh well"... thank you for sharing this...
In Spirit,
Bear
Love ya face cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Nice to see you sprawling those old sailor's thoughts.
Georg
Very often, that's the only thing we can do.
Hugs,
Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Hugs,
Marcia