LOW TIDE

I would love too drag you along to an art show with me and see what you come up with. I can see the picture you used as your basis in my head from the lovely descriptions in your words.
Lovely
V

Thank you so much EG. That would be a lot of fun. Most often these ideas just flow. I did do some research and found that there in Gloucester there is a "Fisherman's Wife" memorial.

Some of the best work started as an idea...the talent is in your ability to portray an idea in a way that draws your reader in. Which I might add you did! V

First, I really enjoyed the imagery in this. There is something melancholy about the beach when you're facing the ocean. Maybe it's the immensity that reminds us how tiny we are in this big world. Or the  fathomed vastness trolling the bottom of our consciousness.  
 
Whatever it is that we call to, and that calls to us in return is indicative of home. Perhaps because we're bags of water ourselves. Perhaos because of the amniotic fluid we form in. Whatever it is that connects us, you've captured here.  
 
Because you've requested honest critique and I want to honor that, I would suggest the following:  
 
Dawn seashore stroll  
Favorite Winter pastime  
Crashing waves, foraging gulls  
melodious duet sing  
Ocean scents  
on stiff cold breeze carried (<- you don't need carried, breeze implies that)  
All combined (<- I'd lose this line, it's unnecessary)  
refresh my soul  
 
Desolate (if you're going to use a single word, I'd space for emphasis here. Let Desolate be such in it's own space)  
Save windswept grass  
long tendrils Westward  bending  
Patches of snow,  
pure white contrast to blond sand, (<- blond seems out of place here, along with an unneeded comma. I'd recommend an alternative adjective, perhaps golden or something along those lines)  
blanket the beach  
in Summer smothered  
by Sun baked  
Half naked humanity (<- these last three lines are off in syntax. If you'd like to refer to what happens in the future during the summer, I'd recommend rewording. Perhaps something aling the lines of:  
 
soon to be smothered  
by half-naked humidity  
or half-baked
 
I truly don't think you need the final line, but you may word it better.  
 
One such chilly morning  
Lady mystery appears (<- capitalize Mystery)  
Pacing to and fro  
atop shifting dunes  
In anachronistic garb dressed  
heavy woolen frock  
black shawl  
From the cold  
Inadequate protection (<- the final five lines could really use some streamlining for a smoother flow. For example:  
 
Her anachronistic garb  
of woolen frock  
and black shawl  
inadequate  
against the cold  
 
I removed heavy because wool is typically heavy dress; therefore, the adjective was already implied.  
   
 
Long black hair,  
by the wind tousled, (<- the syntax in this is off. I'd suggest ..
 
Long black hair  
tousled by wind
or wind tousled)  
 
Frames [her] distressed countenance  
Staring, always staring (great line and perfect comma placement)  
Towards the horizon (toward)  
Occasional gesticulations  
[to] the dark blue water aimed (you don't need aimed)  
[Before] supplicatory hands clasp  
to Neptune[,] pleading  
 
(In this stanza (and the next) I'd watch my caps and be consistent with the rest of the verse in capping only new sentences and lowercasing the rest. I don't ever feel commas are necessary; however, punctuation people like them, and if you're one, then by all means keep them.)  
 
Once calling to her  
Ascending her sandy promontory  
Comfort to provide  
She was gone  
 
(This is confusing to me. I know you're referring to Neptune once calling to her before ascending to provide comfort. However, I don't understand the last line. Where did she go? And why?)  
 
[Another] day surrendered to despair  
Leaving no impression in the sand  
 
I'd make those final two lines a couplet.  
 
Again, I really enjoyed the essence of this or wouldn't have spent so much time on it. I wanted to honor your request especially because it's a comp piece.

Thank you Ahavati. The idea is that she is a lost fisherman's wife. A ghost returning each day waiting for her husband's return. Thank you for the suggestions.

....Ego much?
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Ghaddis this was a stirring Write, it conjured many images for me of desolate cold beaches.
I loved the delivery!!!

Like many I have opinions as well to "preferences" when it comes to lines
I think it is why music tastes tend to vary by the person or which "Art" is better.

No matter what is created-It is personal to the Artist!!!
I love this:  "Ocean scents        
on stiff cold breeze carried"

among many other points , that You put into place...for me it breathed...Had You changed it, this would speed up the read...same for "other" suggested changes.

This Melancholy Write puts its emotion on the very top of the layer!!!
I adore Your Writes and Always have-Hope to see another soon!!!

Thank you so much, Soul. I am glad that you enjoy this piece. I did makes some edits to enable a better flow but it's a hard call for me because the ideas just spill out and I feel that some suggested edits would change my intended meaning. I am satisfied when my work evokes the emotion that I felt when writing any of my poems. I very much enjoy your work as well.

lol the spill...I know how that is...sometimes it can be sloppy...but much of it magic...I tend to lose to much of it's gut once i start editing. These tend to be my one and two word line poems lol

I think that's a shame and kinds impedes the catharsis

It's why I rarely if EVER edit ;)

Such a melancholy specter traipsing the sands.  

Long black hair,        
by the wind tousled,        
Frames distressed countenance        
Staring, always staring        
toward the horizon        
Occasional gesticulations        
at the dark blue water aimed        
Then with supplicatory hands clasped        
for Neptune's mercy pleading        

At least you try to comfort her, however elusive she may be.  You tell the tale well, Gahdess.  Atmospheric and moving, with a slight chill....

Thank you Sir Crow! My adolescent penchant for Edgar Allan Poe is somehow, at times, manifest in my poetry. I'm glad this  beautiful yet forlorn phantasm move you.  

Beautiful piece. I enjoyed the imagery evoked, a windswept beach, and a lonely figure walking on it. I read in pictures actually. And that's what I see..:).Gahddess_Worship

Thank you Grace. That's exactly what I saw when writing the piece. When I read some of the history of the Gloucester I started imaginning what kind of desperation a fisherman's wife might have felt when her husband didn't return from sea. Your comment encourages me to continue writing.