The Gull’s Cry

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Gull

Empty footprints on the wind cold beach
I call your name
My loudest voice but a whisper against the raging elements
I don’t expect an answer
For you are out of range of my voice
Out of range of my sight
Out of range of my heart
But I am answered
A call does echo my words
A lonely cry, plaintive sounding from the sky
A cry like the breaking of every heart under the sun
The tears of every forlorn lover speaking from above
Shielding my eyes from the scouring sand
I look up
A single gull posed against the wind
Shadows my move down the empty stretch of sand and surf
Another cry and it is gone
Flung to the distance by its sail wings
I trudge on
My voice muted in the shrieking wind
The cry of the gull a fading memory
All blown away
But the image of you

 

Footprints in the Sand - Cut Off

Footprints in the Sand – Cut Off

17 thoughts on “The Gull’s Cry

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  2. lifeconfusions

    “A lonely cry, plaintive sounding from the sky,
    A cry like the breaking of every heart under the sun
    The tears of every forlorn lover speaking from above”, Oh man these lines got me really good, Amazing! This is beautiful Trent, that longing is so wonderfully portrayed, I don’t think you missed anything here. This was perfection! :)

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks Zee! Over the weekend, walking on a cold and windy beach, I listened to the gulls crying and that is just what they sounded like. It is heartbreaking and exhilarating at the same time. It makes you want to soar with them, yet there is something so mournful…. A longing…

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        1. trentpmcd Post author

          Nature does speak to us if we listen. :) But, as I said, your use of expressive language in your mountain post inspired me to put that sound to words, otherwise it would have stayed a memory.

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  3. Prior-01

    Brilliant T! And for some reason the first think this reminded me of was an old college friend from the 90s who always hated it when these birds were called seagulls! She would correct folks all the time “it is Gull” and that is it’ ha!
    Anyhow – your words were smooth and matched the feel of the soaring!

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks Y! As I walked the wind scoured beach over the weekend I did listen to the gulls’ cries and thought how sad and mournful they sounded. I know some people who don’t like them, but I think they’re great.

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        1. trentpmcd Post author

          When I’m on Cape Cod I try to walk every day unless it’s pouring or blizzarding. I usually go first thing in the morning so fewer people are out. It is very relaxing, very soothing.

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