A vigilant gust prostrates itself
Paying homage to the palm,
Rustling weed beneath the belt
And among the glass on which sarong;
Fluttering like plain-swept laurel aches -
The tide comes marching,
Now it won't be long.
Passing notes rapture among
A still-imaged life as if they were real,
Prolonging illusory, synthetic waves
Coalescing breaks into the glare
To show that what we see is not what is;
In the tide comes marching,
Now run, or stay there.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The inspiration for this was an image of a man-made beach in Shanghai Called Jinshan City Beach. It reminded me of a Studio Ghibli movie. I wanted to convey the choices we have to make when we realize that what we expect isn't always what we get. Thank you for the visit!
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Comments5
A mesmerising and beautiful poem here Nicholas. Brilliant stuff
Sir Crow, my friend. Thank you very much for your saying so.
Good write N.
An interesting engaging writing .. I like your words in this .. a lovely poem ,
I have seen many studio ghibli films .. which one were you thinking of ?
Only Yesterday or whisper of the heart, I'm not sure. Either way I'm glad you enjoyed the read. Thank you :3
Can't believe I didn't capitalize the title of the second movie. What in the hell is wrong with me xD
A masterful write - much enjoyed the read.
Hey Michael, thanks a bunch. I'm glad you enjoyed.
Super words Nicholas.
Andy
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