On the Bluffs of the Santa Monica Pier
March was National Poetry Month. While I read poetry all month long, I squeaked in writing my own poem on the last day!
It’s only a vacation If I see the ocean Beyond, the soft sandy haze Borne aloft by the sea salt scent I can almost forget The harsh horns of humanity My eye follows The gentle curve of the hills With a lover’s awed, Astonished caress How do we deserve this Tenderness and majesty of Our nature matriarch My heart leaps to my eyes and Trickles down in soft rivulets Of peaceful, heart-full sighs Now, home
Photo and poem copyright 2019 Emily Ellet