Alone? Poem by Owain Glyn

Alone?

Rating: 4.9


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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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
An old guy sitting on the seafront feeling quite lonely suddenly realizes how much is going on around him.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kanav Justa 17 December 2012

A very positive ending.. liked it so much... we all sometimes need some time alone... its also a part of life...

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Tiffany Baldwin 17 December 2012

I was sitting right next to him while reading your poem. Great job.

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Lyn Paul 17 December 2012

Love the rhyming, the beach and love being alone, Thank you

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Maggie Munro 14 December 2012

The critical difference between being alone and being lonely, well penned.

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Terry O'leary 15 December 2012

Very good pom... nice rhyming and flow... Terry

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Edward Kofi Louis 28 February 2016

Alone but, still active! Thanks for sharing.

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Musawir Raakh 12 November 2015

You are not alone, God is with you all the time, great one O G, I invite you to read and write mine

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Karen Sinclair 10 April 2013

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

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Ruby Honeytip 25 December 2012

You are a lovely storyteller: ^) This poem has a lilting rhythm...very cool and illustrative: ^)

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Clarence Prince 17 December 2012

A good poem, with fun in it too!

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