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Afloat

by pene 

Posted: 25 May 2003
Word Count: 105
Summary: This was inspired by my first site of Cornwall from the "wet side"


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The bow cuts through
Flat calm, still blue.
Propeller churned white
Bubbles behind.
Seagulls soar, squawking
Maritime greetings,
As the reassuring chug of oily engine
Carries far on light breeze.
Sandy coves nestle, secluded
Among rugged cliffs,
Topped with rolling acres of
Green sheep gnawn fields.
Trees bent angular by the
Wrath of winter winds,
Pay hommage to sensual summer.
Golden yellow sun reflects off
Windows of fishing cottages,
Thatched against storms
Huddled by harbours.
On the horizon
A collection of vessels,
Bobbing cork like
Grace the skyline.
Fresh clean salty air
Assaults the senses,
As the sea's magic
Works her charm on the soul.






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poemsgalore at 17:13 on 25 May 2003  Report this post
I love your economic use of words, squeezing all the power out of the few you do use, this really paints a word picture of the scene for the reader.

olebut at 19:08 on 25 May 2003  Report this post
pene

there is so much in your poems immediacey and yet calm nice words thank you for sharing them


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