I keep walking, expecting
to find the end where the
crowds lessen, but it does
not stop continuously
blending as one multi-
plying infrastructure
dotting every morsel of
sand on this edge. I turn
east hoping for a place of
few people, a quiet nook
for a moment to breath.
Only to learn people are
everywhere in this land
of sun.
10 comments:
I hear you!
beautifully expressed and awesome shot!
Funny how we writers are always looking for that quiet place, a moment of solitude. I've also found that people watching (and overhearing) is a good way to appease the muse when you can't get away.
Nice lil' piece of written in almost internal-monologue style, or perhaps stream of consciousness I should say. It flows from top to bottom.
Warmest Salad my friend, been a while, huh?
Luke x
My experience of Southern California. The first time in my life I felt claustrophobic. (I have to have MRI's and have been to New York)
Thank you and
yes Luke it's been awhile. :)
Wisely done and and awesome shot :)
All the best
Marinela
Short Poems
Lovely poem. Have a happy weekend.
could just as easily be south Florida...that's how I feel when I visit my parents...no space, just palm trees, concrete and people.
Great post! If you want less crowds of people come to Montana - land of winter year round.
Nicely expressed. Why I left California, beautiful as it is, and it is beautiful, like every beauty around, it attracts every eye, and every body.
I agree with Sherri but Wyoming's even better. Come to Wyoming.
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