waves by anelephantcant
the pine cone bobs on gentle waves
can’t ever wash up on the beach
like winter love that cools too soon
it stays just out of reach
the dredger scrapes across the bay
clearing channels for the boats
he wonders if he’ll find a way
to clear his pain-filled thoughts
the sun sets yellow in the west
the clouds are low and moody
depression sinks deep in his soul
his mind confused and brooding
the pebbles crunch beneath his boots
as he stumbles out the jetty
the hunger gnaws his empty heart
his appetite unwhetted
the waves are now much brisker
as they crash upon the shore
he thinks he must be near the end
he knows he can’t endure much more
ten cranes stand straight in muddy fields
looking regal as flamingos
can they really build a better world
or does it depend which way the wind blows
anelephantcant 
Beautiful and powerful!
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This is so beautifully written Brian 🙂
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I was having a dream quite like this but the phone rang and well…. 😉
It is a beautiful poem and I love it like I do all of your writings.
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Simply brilliant 🙂
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Merveilleusement dechirant.
Dans la plus grande tradition des poetes romantiques…
J’adore.
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Awesome
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I feel lot of sadness in its post. Have a good weekend 🙂
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