Wavering
shores, caressed to sand
waves gliding through the bends
out to sea or hugging land
settings are sold, and imagery bought
metaphor is never quite enough, but
portraying the pictorial
is tried still, as it must.
The dancing grass, the waving trees
above the dunes-above the beach,
smile where the footprints mark;
the sun overhead dies to dark!
Settings are sold, and imagery bought ~
and similes mayn't be my eyes to see-
and if it be all hyperbole, then
at least it encourages dreams, although
sometimes we lack reality, and yet
that is still beauty.
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Author:
Noveyre (
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- Published: April 13th, 2018 19:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes when we describe things, we over-exaggerate or leave things out. Ergo, a portrayal of something is never quite the same as what we would see with our own eyes- and yet, sometimes it's better to dream of something than to ever know its reality.
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