A stranger
On a windswept shore
Dark and sullen
Sadness to outpour
Each crashing wave
And rising froth
Of white foam upon
A silent clock.
I muttered low
Of weathers force
His eyes met mine
In due course
Lips that parted
Soon replied
With welling tears
In his eyes.
Its a day
Angry at itself
He spoke slowly
Caution spent
A stranger seen
Only once
Never again
To hear his voice.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
A haunting write in such good meter that like the waves one is carried onward to distant shores. Lovely my friend
thanking you, always much appreciated my friend
You are very welcome Norman
A profoundly beautifully written peice. 🌹
most kind, thanking you much appreciated
Good write N. And now a poem with no words in it, entitled: 'What happened on the bus journey!' lol. Answer: Nothing.
nothing, no bloody bus lol
A blank poem. Easiest one we've ever written? lol.
The easiest for sure lol
Damn, Norman. This one really got to me. There's a loneliness here that I know all too well, and I found myself sitting with it for a while. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanks my friend, your comments much appreciated as always
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