the call

a belated sensory poem

By Gabriel HuizengaPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

original artwork

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.

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! :)

Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

Testabout a year ago
great poem
Rachel Deemingabout a year ago
I love the sea. I was there.
D.K. Shepardabout a year ago
This is profoundly beautiful, Gabriel! Once again I’m left stunned by the gorgeous lines you weave and the incredible visual artwork you craft!
Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago
This had a melancholic vibe and I absolutely loved it!
Cindy Calderabout a year ago
This is such a poignant sensory poem. Perfect in so many ways.
John Coxabout a year ago
This is a truly a beautiful poem filled with striking sensory images and emotions that run deep! Exceptional work, Gabriel!
D. J. Reddallabout a year ago
A scene saturated with sensory subtleties; superb!
Silver Dauxabout a year ago
This totally absorbed me and painted such a remarkably vivid picture. Well done!
Cathy holmesabout a year ago
This is gorgeous. Your words bring me home to the ocean, and the artwork is amazing. Well done.