The Oyster Catcher
At the edge of the ocean
Where salty waves
Slap sulky tongues
Against reluctant stone
An old man
Tied with brown paper
Water marked
Pulled in with gnarled string
Webbed handed nets
A shanty boat tethered
Fettered by a rusting ring
Where salty waves
Slap sulky tongues
Against reluctant stone
An old man
Tied with brown paper
Water marked
Pulled in with gnarled string
Webbed handed nets
A shanty boat tethered
Fettered by a rusting ring
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 10/02/2005 06:23:00 PM
10 Comments:
I thought I will have a comment
Instead I had a poem to present you..Hope you will know how I was touched by your poem
It’s always
The sea
That pulls us back
In its alluring magic
Refreshing the soul
Into a new us
Erasing all the sulky thoughts
That somehow wrapped
Deep within us
We are new again
After the walk
On the beach
Footprints do not linger over here
Just like our pain and agony
Washed out
With each brush of wave
copyright nasra al adawi
Thank you Nasra, what a lovely thought and a beautiful poem
wow, i came to comment on one poem and i find another...a double whammy!
great going girls!
:)
excuse thus crusty old man wandering into this femme extraordinaire sector BUT i just wanted to say that i really enjoyed the poem. love the way the words seem to roll around my mouth as i read out the loud the poem
Me too CJ! The is a compassionate brush stroke here that is absoulte exqusite! Loved it, Sue!
absolutely beautiful image!
yes beautiful poem. i long the sea right now as it's already rainy season here.
Thank you BM and Amie, how long does it rain for? We just have one rainy season it's called the British climate
I can see the old man tied with brown paper. Beautiful.
CJ and Russel, we don't mind honest and thank-you.
Hi Gulnaz perhapse I should launch a sea poem tag
A I'm glad you could see him he was by the shaw on my holiday, almost made of dark weathered old paper
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