By the sea

The humming noise of winds,
the breaking of waves
and the dark lullaby of night,
all fulfills the call of seagulls
and mussels at the end
of a severed seashore coming
in the eye of man.

Scolded by bold skies,
dark devil dawn with seaweed
and the head of Luke,
a small boy just turned seven,
fills the watery with sea and salt.
The windy whip will unleash
the coming of the tide.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-07-22 at 00:27

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Rob Graber
This is really a cool write; "thus" is a great opener, and "scolded by bold skies" is perfect...
2007-07-22