"landing"
They came in from the long stretch
of water they crossed,
the bow marked
by old repairs easing onto sand,
boards worn by years
of use taking the weight again.
Someone standing on the ridge
watch them steady their packs,
the wind settling after the night
as they moved inland,
toward the warmth
of a room already busy.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
a most engaging write enjoyed
Thanks Norman, that is so good to hear🙏🕊️
most welcome
A fascinating story.I think it could go further if you wanted it to.Enjoyable read
I think so too. Perhaps in a near future post. Thanks amigo 🙏🕊️
The rhythm of this poem emphasized by the wave like structure of its layout. It like the sea becomes hypnotic. It paints a picture viewed from a distance even in the person it is written in one is an observer. The message itself cold and shadowy One of weary arrival, battered and patched, worn gathering their burden leaving the water and its loneliness toward warmth and others gathered and busy. It seems a metaphor itself of life and death and the moving on of the spirit. Another fave my friend
Totally loving the read and your sharing it, friend. Glad the format worked toward the enjoyment. 🙏🕊️
My pleasure Criptic
My friend, this reminded me of those moments in life when the journey itself becomes more important than the destination. The poem trusts the reader to fill in the blanks, and I found myself doing exactly that. Beautifully done, Rik. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Trusting the reader is a privilege of poetry. So glad you pointed that out, Tittu. Beautifully said, thanks. 🕊️🙏
Wonderful words Rik and so real in our lives.
Andy
Thank you most kindly, Andy🙏🏻🕊️
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