A Day At The Beach Poem by Alicia Patti

A Day At The Beach

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I sit here in my cups wondering
where it all went and why.
Fishermen cleaning their wares along
the decrepit pier seem to sigh with each

careless toss, unwanted refuse, fit only
for seagulls and pelicans, viciously
vying for their day’s sustenance.

Blue and white sails, reflecting the morose
sea, up and down the shore, remind me of the way
the wharf smelt the day my sun went down:

decaying fish pickled in brine and all around
the moaning of a ship far out on the horizon.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Rajesh Kumar Vaid 09 November 2008

Very soulul mealancholy! What really happened!

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BEAU GOLDEN 02 April 2007

Wow this is art amongst all our meanderings. Beautiful.

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Jimi Doyle 28 March 2007

beautiful poem... i can smell the salt and fish stink

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Chris Mendros 21 March 2007

oh, i'm there Alicia, you took me there. 'Darlin' you-oo-oo-oo/send me...'

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Alicia Patti

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Boston, MA
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