Alone
The noise of the sea is a constant,
The wind just comes and goes;
The spray comes off the wave tops,
The sand runs through the toes.
Alone,
A chance to think
And hone,
To stop the headlong
Forward pace;
To recognise
That life is not a sprint,
And really not a race.
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© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery
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As a confirmed intovert I not only like alone time, I need it.
ReplyDeleteAnd meander through life slowly.
Nice to see another post from you. You have been missed.
What a wonderful lesson to have learnt
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderfully philosophical and deep!❤️
ReplyDeleteI take your poem as an invitation to slow down and enjoy the moment, so I shall!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful opening stanza painting the coastal background through sounds and feelings, where being alone is just right, and life is not a sprint or a race.
ReplyDeleteExcellent "reality sandwich"
ReplyDeleteThe shore is the best place to slow the spirit down and just Be. Lovely to read you, Cosmo.
ReplyDeleteYou certainly nail something key here - and thanks to you for such a skilfully rendered reminder.
ReplyDeleteFor long lived animals we do waste a lot of time don't we? Then as our bodies begin to crumble we have our regrets abiut those wasted years.
ReplyDeleteYup, yup, yup--it is the truth--enjoy the passage of time--Lovely write!
ReplyDeleteOh I love this wise and cleverly crafted piece … so much so, I just read it aloud to my husband.
ReplyDeleteOh yes. I need my ocean front a few times a year. And I adore a mild "winter" beach. Beautiful write.
ReplyDeleteYes, take time to listen to the ocean, and rest in the sound of its waves. Time goes by so fast.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, nothing like time alone by the sea!
ReplyDeleteYes! The best conversations are had with the ocean!!
ReplyDeleteIt's not always a dance, either.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Lee. :)