Other Eyes


Though sitting on the same beach

it seems somehow changed

And sifting these same fingers through cool sand

I feel no shells

Staring out at the far raging sea

I don’t see the promises it brings in its waves

The Sandpipers seem to have moved on

to fairer ground

And where are the sand crabs

poking heads out of small holes in the sand?

Sea grapes lie limply on the beach path

Tall grass stands still in the wind

I look through the cumulus clouds

No gulls appear …

Looking through other eyes

I used to see so much more

© DiAnne Ebejer


About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
This entry was posted in Poetry by me II. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Other Eyes

  1. What a lovely lament – it makes one eager for those magical summer days at the beach!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s