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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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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A fine write N. Any buses go to the waters edge, e.g. seaside?!
RICKSHAWS TAXIS AND DONKEY RIDES LOL !!!!!!!!!!
Oh lol.
When WILL a bus come along? And what route will it be? lol.
its a conundrum lol
Do any buses go to Conundrum town? lol. Must go now - gotta get a bus!
good luck lol
Very nicely worded this poem flows like a quiet stream through a meadow. Well written
thanking you, always appreciated
You are most welcome
The poem and image work well together, Norman. The atmosphere is solidly set 🙏🏻🕊️
thanking you and much appreciated
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
beautiful. Incredibly immersive. Great write
most kind, thanking you and much appreciated
Nicely writing
thanks much appreciated
Lovely, Norman!
much appreciated thanking you
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. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, many thanks much appreciated
This poem is so lucidly written and immersive
thanks for reading always much appreciated
Lie will always change for the better Norman.
Andy
yes the ups and downs of life, thanks for reading always appreciated
hi thanks for always lovely comments
means a lot jim
hi thanks for always lovely comments
means a lot jim
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