About the broken
Windows face
Lifts passive
Dirty ragged lace
The sea breeze with
Its soothing hands
Its salted taste
Sea kelp and sands.
A shallow breath
Enters the room
As dawn it falls
Goodbye the moon
Farewell the stars
That twinkled high
The sunrise with
A dampened eye.
The battered boards
Of life to wheeze
The gentle movement
Of swaying trees
That politely tap
Upon that broken glass
Lifting ragged lace
As moments pass.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments7
I may be mistaken but this feels like aging as the poem develops. Well written
It was written fast as it came to me, could be aging or maybe dying, thanks for read my friend, very much appreciated
A fine write N.
And now a poem: 'A million moments pass, And still no bus!' lol. And next line is: %£*&%%£"!!!#{(*!!*$
moments, minutes, hours days, weeks then years, no bloody bus lol
lol
There’s a quiet weathered beauty in this—like a house still breathing through its damage, letting the sea and dawn move through it anyway.
What stands out is the gentleness: even broken things aren’t violent here, just patient with time as it passes through.
thanking you for read, always much appreciated
Norman, this really touched me. The contrast between the battered room and the quiet kindness of the sea breeze and trees creates such a peaceful meditation on time, endurance, and renewal. It left me with a real sense of calm. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
too kind, thanking you always appreciated my friend
Loving the movement of rhyme here, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
thanking you, always appreciated friend
Great imagery and rhyme as always.
most kind, much appreciated, thanking you
A poem that calls for reflection 👍
indeed, thanking you, always appreciated
you are welcome always..
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