Shadows fall
In morning shine
Narrow clouds
Seem to glide
Above rooftops
Dampened early dew
Grass that glistens
The day is new.
Seagulls
In distance caw
The calming seas
Kiss the shore
The early cobbles
Head to West
Proudly rise
In waves crest.
The taxis take
Children to school
The holidays
Cant come too soon
Autumns chill
In the air
An old man sits
In his favourite chair.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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It reminds me Bognor-Regis where I spent some years ...
thanks for reading, appreciated
I like the evolution of this poem on several levels. Passage of time in the day, season, and life. All nicely layered. Well done a fave
very kind, thanking you
My pleasure
The last line feels like a full stop at the end of a long breath.
After light, wind, and sea — silence and acceptance remain.
The whole poem seems to live within the old man’s gaze.
Beautifully done.
most kind comments. appreciated and thanks
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