THE TURN OF THE TIDE (with thanks to White Swan Darkening work)
As the seasons change - Autumn to WinterStood on the cliff top - mind thinks
Of what was - what is - what maybe
Nights come all the sooner - nights are longer
Days so short - has if never been at all
Mind brood's - thinking heavy thoughts
Looking out to sea - hearing the waives
Sounds - voices in the air - thinking a name is called
Maybe it's your name - Look around - but no one to be seen
Waives pick up - larger and larger - crashing on the beech
When the beech is submerge by the sea - waives crash in to the cliff face
In front - below the cliff top - where he's standing - further down apart of
Cliff - cracks - lumps of chalk - sent down below - crashing - SPLASH!
Later come spring - a much lager cliff slip will happen - as sure as one day
Replaces the other one gone
The storm - wind - blows - almost lifting him off his feet
Collar of coat held tight - hand holds hat on - fear of the hat being taken off
By the wind - a realty of fear! He'd had his Akubra a while - got rather attached
Not going to loose it now!
To the right is the east pier - made of stone blocks
Built three hundred years ago - survived two hurricanes
Countless gale's - only breached the once - that can be remembered
The waives crashing against the pier - the stones rock to and throw
But remain in place all the same - has the have for three hundred years
Apart from that one time!
The tide will turn - and the quiet will return
The mind will be thinking on and on all the same
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2015-10-07 at 13:53
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