NIGHT SEA
Now has the sea no ending;
It was light and it now is dark.
And the sea with the sky is blending
With a smooth and seamless mark.
And a bird is into the darkness tossed.
The mist comes down and the bird is lost.
Smooth are the lamp's reflections
From the street lights far below.
They are whirligig-bound confections
In a misty cellophane glow.
But their lights reflect on the turning sea,
Like barmaids lost in a reverie.
Now is the night air folding
It's chill wings round the world.
And the sea is gently scolding
As the waves are backward furled.
Like moths that glide under darkened trees
Are the tufted waves on the cold black seas.
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7 comments:
That poem took me there... to that moment... that place! 60 years ago, huh???
I knew there was something special to go with this photo when it came and went one day! Thank you for retrieving it.
Yes, I am able to see -
A teenage girl sitting in her tiny balcony and listening to the sea lisping on the pebbles.... !!!!
That is beautifully done. I really enjoyed your imagery.
"Are the tufted waves on the cold black seas." - wonderful!
Now is the night air folding
It's chill wings round the world.
And the sea is gently scolding
As the waves are backward furled.
Beautiful words, RR!
Beautifully done: all the elements work together: the end rhymes and the rhythms in particular. Really enjoyable.
This is really special; I love the sea...you words took me away~ I love the images you painted; well done~
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