I am sat on a bench, on the seafront, alone,
Just me, and the sea, and the old weathered stone.
Of course, there are tourists, who wander on by,
And silver winged gulls, as they dissect the sky.
There are fishing boats, plying their trade in the bay,
Whilst pleasure craft hoist up their sails for the day.
I can see the face painters and bead makers too,
As I watch pale-faced addicts who head for the loo.
A solitary policeman, whose aspect is stern,
As he dreams of promotion and what he might earn.
A parking attendant comes slithering by,
Making sure nothing misses his keen gimlet eye.
Young men on their skateboards come thundering past,
Looking sideways at anglers whose lines have been cast.
I am sat on a bench, on the seafront, alone,
It's a solitary life, but I don't think I'll moan! !
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I was sitting right next to him while reading your poem. Great job.
The critical difference between being alone and being lonely, well penned.
You are not alone, God is with you all the time, great one O G, I invite you to read and write mine
This honestly had me in tears within the first two stanzas. Your descriptive skills are impeccable and then I burst out laughing as the traffic warden slithered by lol hahaha! Perfect Then you tinker on the lost (addicts) and nearly lost (policeman) . This made me picture Padstow my heaven. And finally you settled neatly back on you which became us the observer in silent reverence. I rarely and I mean rarely ask but plz consider reading beach life as to me it is my moment such as yours in a far less picturesque area. This is far better than mine but just feel you might enjoy it a bit. Ty
You are a lovely storyteller: ^) This poem has a lilting rhythm...very cool and illustrative: ^)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very positive ending.. liked it so much... we all sometimes need some time alone... its also a part of life...