Seaside summer

Short, I think you ended it with a wonderful last line. I was placed on the beach for a few minutes. raskin

I still marvel each time I see a starfish on the beach, I pick it up and put it back in the water if it is still alive. raskin

I trust by your location, you write of the Northern Sea. The shoreline is filled with such splendid treasures. Ink, if you get the chance, listen to a song called, 'The Reach' by, Dan Fogelberg. Granted, its about an American coast, but it is by far my favorite song and is filled with many of the images that you convey here. It is your title that brought me to read this write. Your poem is as simple and as complex as the very subject you speak on. ...has me as well, yearning for the sounds of the gulls and the breaking waves. Nicely done PINT :)

This is a gorgeous write hun , it made me yearn for summer I am such a child of the beach I live there in the summer, took me away from this frigid cold for a second or three ;) Love and hugz Jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

This write reminds me of a very special Summer I spent in Pensacola Florida USA. on the sandy beach of the Gulf Of Mexico... absolutely dreamy. Great memories in this piece. Always, Cat

great 's' alliteration throughout, and quite naturally so. with just a few well chosen and placed words, you've presented a vivid picture of a day at the beach...i can almost smell the briney.

nice and to the point. reminds of alkai beach in seattle... the seagulls.. oh so many seagulls. bungalogic creator of runopians

Swum in the Pacific shocked to taste it feel it burn my eyes the smell before we arrived walking from the campground the tall spruce trees the mountians in the hazy distance Smelled like blood tasted like blood felt cold blood and then years later on the radio while working this summer heard a comment that seawater is eighty per cent like our blood had always heard about how its flavour was so impossible to miss that it was so saline and so cold on the west coast we were numb coming from the crashing waves Years later on Jamiaican shores collecting tiny shells in a breadbag for souveniers hot white sands and crystal clear waters Atlantic moody and beautiful and super cold this poem reminds me so clearly of those days beautiful Nina

Running barefoot on the sand is not just a happy figure of speech, it is really an expression of happiness. Congratulations! Best Regards, Hugo

Congrates on spotlight with this piece it is thought provoking ... and I loved it , much love and big hugz Jayne ... good luck back at school and study hun .. I'll be thinking of you (hug) "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

,, so lovely and as you say each seaside has its own beauty. Your very few lines are so full and they make the most gorgeous poem the ending is perfect and one can feel the sand between the toes and the waves and yes yes this is the most beautiful little gem.. Love. odd molly

I find the errant starfish to be out of keeping with an otherwise charming little poem full of water colour fresh washes of words just right for the effect of evocation needed in this context. Love Ann of Norway