The crashing waves
At piers end
In violent force
Their voice to send.
No anger no
Just natures call
Salted sea
In tide to fall.
Growling skies
Up above
Tinged in grey
Like rejected love.
Seagulls screech
An endless cry
The bobbing ships
Those birds on high.
Time a hand
Gripping tight
From dawning day
To falling night.
In solitude
Upon that stone
The sea spray falls
Without a home.
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Comments1
Makes me miss the coast. Great poem.
many thanks much appreciated
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