
dancing anchors by anelephantcant
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I climb onto the sea wall
around the port of St Tropez
the mist drifts soft across the gulf
the coast like you seems far away
two anchors sprawl across the rocks
tempted lovers touching hands
I pause and watch with bated breath
as they begin their fateful dance
I see rubbish burn in distant fields
dull grey as melting snow
the smoke curls thin on shadowed hills
like love’s ghosts from long ago
waves rumble soft beneath me
sea water salty as my tear
the tune brings thoughts of you my love
their music only I can hear
a shoe floats in the harbour
then starts sinking like a stone
I know just how it feels there
I too am drowning on my own
for once again I’m all alone
like Medville’s rusty anchor
but Venus once brought you to me
for that I’ll always thank her

medville’s anchor by anelephantcant
Vos paroles sont si belle et pleine d’émotions qu’ils chantaient pour moi, alors que la brume lointaine, bien que des fantômes dans mon esprit, vos sentiments imprimée dans mon cœur. ♡
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Ah, Penny, tu sais quand tu parles francais…
And if my feelings are to be printed anywhere, then your heart is top of my list.
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Well that was a nice start to my day. Thanks for that.
Tracey
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You are very welcome, Tracey, I am happy you enjoyed it.
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That was simply beautiful.
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Toi aussi, quand tu dis ces mots gentils.
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💓💕
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The soft rhythms and sounds have the smoky quality of recurring old dreams. Transportive.
and I agree with Al, that soft butterscotch voice is a killer!
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Maybe that quality is because they are recurring old dreams.
And, Em, nobody agrees with Al!
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A beautiful poem, and your reading it makes it all the better.
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Thanks, Al, that is good of you, my friend.
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Dear Elephant,
As always you’ve made tears mingle with my coffee. Heartrendingly well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I had some dreams, they were tears in your coffee.
Unrend your heart, m’lady, it is just a poem.
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