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| Hemsby 2012 |
The growling
waves
percussion on the
shingled shore -
a strange
cacophony for youthful ears
more used to
traffic
and the chaotic uproar
of the town..
Imagination,
caught in the net
like unsubmissive
fish,
baulks against
understanding
and, finding
freedom,
goes with the
gulls
to blue and
cloudy skies.
Galleons of
adventure
sail into latent
dreaming,
the debriefing of
the night
and the scheming
of the unconscious.
1 comment:
Nice poem!
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