Along the Shore Line
I walk along the margins, of the shoreline of the sea,
gathering abandoned shells, in search of a sea star;
a tumultuous tide rushes and bellows ~ wild and free.
I build castles, bridged with moats and towers with glee;
sculpting sand for a grand chateau, designed for a czar.
I walk along the margins of the shoreline of the sea.
My glory dampened; no building here, has a guarantee.
Hungry seagulls swoop for fish, on frothy foam and spar;
A tumultuous tide rushes and bellows ~ wild and free.
I stumble upon sand crabs, scuttling near dunes, so wee.
At the rim of the horizon, sailing ships, appear from afar.
I walk along the margins of the shoreline of the sea.
I venture to an obsidian ledge, at a ninety angle degree;
waves slamming and crashing, dispersing into a reservoir.
A tumultuous tide rushes and bellows ~ wild and free.
Gazing at the view, images of impressionists I see;
the masterpieces of Courbet, Degas, Monet and Renoir.
A tumultuous tide rushes and bellows wild ~ and free;
I walk along the margins, of the shoreline of the sea.
Date: August 8, 2022
For: First Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L. Milton Hankins
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Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2022
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