I dreamed
When forbidden
The sea air salted
Kissed my face
Along the sandy path
In isolations wake.
While high above
The seabirds circle
Noisy in display
Rolling waves kiss
The heavy sand
A smile upon the day.
Ships horns toot
Out to sea
Dots on horizon
Like you and me
Insignificant in
The Earths wide scale
Sand in my toes
Lifes sirens wail.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In this modern life it almost seems like dreams are forbidden
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Comments2
A significant amount of metaphor in this poem. Nicely done
many thanks, appreciated
You are most welcome.
Yes, dreams must be applied for now, and the twenty-page form is a nightmare to fill in.
Reminiscence must be kept in your head till further notice.
Something great about ship horns in the night.
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