In solitude, abandoned beach
No clouds here shaped like sheep
Silver canvas chilled bare
Talcum sand, blank stare

A pelican squadron twenty strong
Outstretched wings beat silent song
Rain coated slicker, frizzy curls
Purple lips, ***** burrow

Green gray shades, frozen time
Like a Winslow painting, all mine
Wide open, vacant space
Every thought goes to waste

Ghost of self, lives here
Real self, don't share
Once toe-headed freckled child
Twenty one latitude nautical miles

Hope springs, youth fades
Main concern? Brave grave

Written by Sara Fielder © Mar 2015