Seagulls

Nature poetry is my thing.  I'm embracing it and I love writing it and finding connections within me to the nature around me.  Here is one I wrote after being at Weber State for a conference.  It's one of the few poems that my mentor really liked without suggesting a lot of changes.  As always, as this site grows, your feedback is much appreciated.  I'm totally open to suggestions.

Seagulls

I do not think they are aware

of their deception,

white-gray seagulls,

flying above salty waters

of a land-trapped still lake,

only a remnant of once was.  Fooling

those who long for the ocean into

believing they are near to what they love.

I followed gulls too, once.  Their cries

beckoning me closer to fathomless

waters of desire, crashing waves

of passion, but all I found

were shallow pools

of salty water made by

my own tears.

Yet, I find myself tilting my ear,

when the seagull sounds,

straining to hear the roar of the sea.

I smell the air, hoping to catch

scents of salty hope,

believing still that I am near

to what I am longing for.