Friday, August 10, 2012

a study of the sea

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:

Anonymous said...

Nice poem!