Open Poetry #47 |
George Beach |
Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. What are they Still searching for These lambent moments There on the shore Moving Over broken bottles Dead fish and empty Aluminum cans Even now On a night like this The smell of the sea Is rancid with debris And yet here they are As so often before Casting no shadows The wind passing through Looking for whom Under an autumn moon . |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, methinks they may be looking for you, my friend. Enjoyed the scene you projected. ~ Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks ~ |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Or perhaps we are the ghosts and they see right through us.... I liked this one. Reminds me standing on a beach in Mexico, long before the violence broke out and there was only some chaos... at night you never wanted to be out at night. Juju -Juju |
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