Desolation…#240
A silent shore, seductive Moon,
a sinister Sea, clouds in the wind,
a shadow lies upon the white sand
alone. Stilled on the sparkling
crystals, almost villainous, primeval
and water worn with broken sides.
Once imperturbable, aloft upon white
shafts of waves, beautiful and bold,
now ancient and vacant. The old
sailing ship finds its burial ground
upon a deserted island in the mist
of morning.
©2013.Reflectionsofopoetry.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
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A very evocative poem. I particularly like the ending.
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So evocative
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