The pilot pier
Sports a light mist
Drizzle on the ground
The old men mend pots
The dredger leaves
To seek new ground.
The shipwreck
Stuck in deep sand
Its skeletal remains
Of petrified wood
Its sombre wave
To passing boats
It would sail again
If if it could.
Children play
Within the bales
Brought ashore
On yesterdays tide
The photo drenched
In black and white
Time lingers
For a while.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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There is deeper meaning here than the surface value and it is enhanced in the language and colors. it is a snapshot in time and remains frozen in my mind. Well done and a fave
much appreciated thanking you
You are most welcome Norman
Well done.The cycle of life, and the relationship between humans and their environment.
many thanks, always appreciated
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