Poem 105, 'Jilted', was the first of my efforts at expressing mental pictures aroused by different aspects of my friend, Margaret's print. Now I have rotated the art-work and the scene has changed.
The row-boat was where they had left it,
Beached by a rising tide.
By storms it was battered and broken,
An outcast, it lay on its side.
But the seagulls flew from the ocean
To wish it one last goodbye,
And the old boat rocked to the motion
Of sand and sea and sky.
I love the idea of rocking to the motion of sand and sea and sky. Nice allitaration.
I was going over comments on my blog and didn't know if I had responded to your lantana comment. It is an annual here and I grow mine in a pot. sorry I am so sloooow.
Could visualize it almost!
Such poignancy there , a feeling of happy days gone past......
Brenda, I think I wrote a comment and saved it, but I am not sure.
So am writing it again.
There is a great sense of poignancy in this verse, of happy days gone past, a nostalgia...
We haven't "heard" from you for a week.
Hopefully everything is fine with you and your family.
Your poem was a painting is verse. Lovely.
I should ask my good friend to write poems for all my prints with titles! Thanks, Brenda Anonymous
The row-boat's acknowledgement to the seagulls was indeed touching.
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