Eyes peeled for lobster pots,
why do they have to put them so near the harbour entrance?
Bloody hell, this one's marked with a milk carton!
Typical.
You think it's just more junk and next thing you know
the prop's fouled.
Below the surface there could be anything...
The water is inky today.
They never found those missing yachtsmen.
What would a body look like after this long in the water?
Imagine... you saw someone floating...grabbed the boathook...
Wouldn't want to turn them over.
A sandal... bright pink...looks new,
somebody would have been hopping mad- ha!
A cuttlefish bone...
Twenty minutes and we'll be alongside,
I can smell fish and chips, vinegar.
Must get some white spirit on that grease mark.
Stomach's rumbling.
They never found those yachtsmen...
Head to wind...get the main in...
Think I'll wear a lifejacket tomorrow.
Another cuttlefish bone...
Author notes
Thoughts when coming into harbour. Bits and bobs floating by...
A contest entry
- Random Thoughts by Random Thoughts.
1000 points, ended September 23, 2007, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is so real in the sense it jogs back n forth from one thought to another, a very surreal feel to it, like it is in a storey book or something,
A great entry and poem, thankyou and best of luck with the contest,
-Brenden -
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Hiya, thanks for your comments. Best wishes- Gilliy
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a sandal... bright pink... looks new,
somebody would have been hopping mad- ha!
hey random, this ones awesome and flavoured with a great reality, especially the unknown element to it, alike the precipice of a great journey, preceded by the simplicity of the telling thoughts (every harbor needs a myth aye?) and tale signs of coming back to civilisation are a delight to read through as it really places the mind upon that wonderful deck of yours, (you know im soo green bean ) anyheys thanks for letting us aboard, with surf boards and lemonade, -jas
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