MEN OF CLAY

nephilim56

Through the eyes
Of a waiting angel
Dawn chases
The night away
The waves lap
At the marina
Upon sand
And men of clay.

The circle it
Repeats
A scarlet sky
Wipes its soul
Clean against
The fishing boats
In harbour
By the bowl.

The day stretches
And yawns
Lovers wake
From their dream
The young girl
Skips her way to school
The young man
Still a fool.

 

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  • Victor Bolshov

    Beautiful. Breathing and waking up imagination.

    • nephilim56

      very kind, appreciated, thanks

    • sorenbarrett

      This poem tells a story to me of the circle of emotion and how we come back to where we began as foolish as the morning we awoke to go through another day in bliss but not learning. Such is love.

      • nephilim56

        kind comments many thanks



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