The Little White Sailboat

This poem tries to evoke a hot, somewhat lonely day at the lake.

The Little White Boat

by Gail Alexander

The little white boat sits alone on the weathered gray dock.

 

Seagulls fly noisily overhead.

Gracefully they skim the surface of the gray-blue water.

 

The sky overhead is a dazzling blue,

but fades into a milky grayness

near the dark green horizon.

 

Other little white sailboats bob lazily

in the calm water of the lake.

Their sails hang listlessly,

like flowers wilting in the heat.

 

There is no wind today - no clouds.

 

I too feel listless in the hot summer heat.

as I lay on the old weathered gray dock.

 

I stare up at the too brilliant blue sky.

I too am alone.

Like the little white sailboat - alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Barbara]

I really enjoyed the simplicity of this poem. You paint a beautiful picture. There are some words that I think you repeated too much or too close together that stopped the flow like "overhead" in the first and third lines and "heat" in the 9th and 11th line. I do, however, like the repitition of the word alone at the end of the poem. Overall, very nice poem.

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Well done! I could picture the boat and almost feel the heat. This is very good.

[Jane Doe]

I can almost feel the heat of the sun on my face and hear the waves lapping against the shore. What a wonderfully descriptive piece. Great writing!

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Nicely written poem, wish I were on that sailboat. Thank you for sharing. Debileah