Linda's Poems

I'm wondering if there was a storm out in the ocean over the weekend that produced these huge waves. I was here on Saturday and the ocea...

I don't even bother to lock the car since the area is deserted. The sky is a paragraph of sadness and the wind a scythe slicing through ...

Thursday 4/30/09 After Writing Too Many Poems I think I'm poemed out. I need a break from figurative thinking. I need an afte...

Sand, like wet cement, sucks at my sneakers as I walk along the foggy shore. My sharp thoughts cut through, separating the halves of my life...

Calmed The waves are tiny just six-inch slats moving slowly along the sand I escaped the land-locked mountains and stand on the be...

I wrote this one three years ago yesterday on Independence Day. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Red, White and Blue Today, I'll...

Memories Underfoot Ocean Park Beach at low tide provides a firm surface to walk on. My steps leave only shallow footprints, little...

Because it was too much of a hassle, I decided not to write a poem today. I had no insights to inject into one and no wealth of cool wor...

From Absence and Presence.   A cento patchworked together from lines from   Pablo Neruda's poems. - - - - - - - - - - Look here, look...

Okay, this isn't really a bump-in-the-night story but it's all I've got today, and, really, the end of the summer season is scar...

Ocean Park Beach, Maine August 13, 2009 four men playing Bocce two little boys and two little girls building a sandcastle a taildrag...

My brain has been on vacation! Sometimes I just need a break. Here's a little cinquain. When I Yearn Barefoot I walk along the mi...

Vitamin Sea Deficiency The ocean is locked in a box in the back corner of my brain. I can barely see the tiny waves rolling over th...

Caress Jagged Ruthless - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cauliflower waves caress the brown sugar sand late in the afternoon. I ...

I tried writing a poem with internal rhyme this morning but it just wasn't happening. I've written two such poems in my entire life ...

Flights of Fancy - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A simple house near the ocean white curtains sashaying to a rock...