the call
a belated sensory poem
By Gabriel HuizengaPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
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chilly is the door handle, then heavy the air, from nighttime coastal squalls;
hotel coffee's papery notes linger - acrid flavor, this hour, tasting sweet;
upon my waking ear, an early bird's wistful, echoing timbre falls;
ultramarine and cerulean, at a crimson borderline, reservedly meet;
salty, deep, and richly promising, the sea's redolence calls.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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