THE WATERS EDGE

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

The waters edge
Quiet forlorn
Mere ripples left
After the storm
Its thoughts hidden
Deeper still
Its eyelids heavy
A weakened will.

Footprints upon
The muddied grass
The sunshine touches
Waters glass
The windswept lillies
Frayed and torn
Waiting to
Be reborn.

As if a nightmare
Hours ago
The violent nature
Lightnings glow
Now is resting
A quiet scene
Slowly forgetting
What has been.

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Comments12

  • orchidee

    A fine write N. Any buses go to the waters edge, e.g. seaside?!

  • sorenbarrett

    Very nicely worded this poem flows like a quiet stream through a meadow. Well written

  • arqios

    The poem and image work well together, Norman. The atmosphere is solidly set 🙏🏻🕊️

  • Abdullah123

    beautiful. Incredibly immersive. Great write

  • Friendship

    Nicely writing

  • Katie B.

    Lovely, Norman!

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Norman… this settles in quietly…like the calm after everything’s already passed. There’s a softness here that carries weight without needing to raise its voice. Beautiful piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

  • thinkerbell

    This poem is so lucidly written and immersive

  • Goldfinch60

    Lie will always change for the better Norman.

    Andy

  • jim56

    hi thanks for always lovely comments
    means a lot jim

  • jim56

    hi thanks for always lovely comments
    means a lot jim

  • FrasMac

    and, breathe. Works for me, the suspense playing backwards, instead of wondering what's still to happen. Nicely done.



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