the docks

cranes
hang their
heads as
if weary
weeping
rain
as
wind
whirls
through
the docks
now empty
no more
spices
grain
timber
or fruits
of many
lands
just
silence
eery
empty
pregnant
with memories
of men's
laughter
tears
anger
resolution

the wind
whirls

a gull
calls

she
drowns



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-07-04 at 02:11

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I think this is breathtaking poetry - the chill, the gulls cry made this such a visual poem

Elle x
2007-07-06


Mark J. Wood
The gull was calling before. Though, if we had understood what it meant, we'd have ignored it. Perhaps that's why they go around nicking our chips and then crapping on us. Daphne du Maurier knew what they were saying.

Nice to think that, at least for a while, there was some laughter.

Mark.
2007-07-04


penfold18
Wonderful how you recreate that cold and depressing site of the empty docks, simply wonderful.
2007-07-04


BlueyedSoul
amazing...i love your style
blue
2007-07-04


Zoya Zaidi
I love the atmosphere it creates...
One can feel the gloom, so palpable in those lines...
(((Hugs Peter)))
Love, Zoya
2007-07-04


Rob Graber
Empty docks: damn depressing. The poem works.
2007-07-04