Journey to the English seaside

Dream visions from the train,
three hours of anticipation
slumber in the carriage,
yet an eye opens for a signal
of a bluer horizon
to draw over unsalted lands.

Hills beckon seagrass
along trails wind-curved,
my feet stir the toes
in desire of warm sand walks.

You see, comfort awaits
beyond the glass, its breath
carried from the Atlantic, buffers
dunes into Saharan cousins.
Footprints converge to ridges
for boats lain high upshore,
those retired in distance
to African summers.

And the measure of waves
becomes impossible from this view,
except through the open vent,
where my hands feel the flow.


8 thoughts on “Journey to the English seaside

  1. asad123 says:

    I like this part:
    “its breath
    carried from the Pacific, buffers
    dunes into Sahara cousins;”
    I’ve never seen the Sahara but the Pacific is lovely. I miss it.

  2. Matt says:

    There’s always a fascination with the sea, thanks for commenting.

  3. nectarfizz says:

    Swoon…your so added to the blogroll..

  4. Matt says:

    Thanks, how do you do the Blogroll? I’m sort of new to this and not sure how to add blogs.

  5. nectarfizz says:

    Go to your dashboard>manage>links>add new>

    you can even name each section if you want to..(check my nectarfizz blogroll for an example)

  6. Matt says:

    Thanks 🙂

  7. nectarfizz says:

    Wow..this was so long ago.

  8. nectarfizz says:

    Proof we have known each other more than a year now…woot

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