View From A Bournemouth Hotel Window Poem by Martin Ward

View From A Bournemouth Hotel Window

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View from a Bournemouth Hotel Window

Like blue lemonade:
the sun just caught it right.
Wavelets that sparkled
with bubbles,
popping on the surface.

I watched the seagulls
from my eerie
overlooking the bay,
and listen to
their laughing,
choking calls.

A powerboat cut the surface
of the half-distant sea,
near a small yacht
which respected
the sanctity
of the moment.

Far off, beyond the ability
of good long-distance sight,
a vessel of mariner usage,
does whatever it does.

People perambulate
the promenade:
work or pleasure,
on a warm summer's day.

I could have let
the moment melt
into a half-remembered
pleasantry,
but made the effort
to search
for my notebook
and pen.

Monday, June 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: places
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Douglas Scotney 03 June 2019

far off do many what many do

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Martin Ward

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