In the early grey light of a brand new dawn,
The tide swishes in toward the shore,
Whispering its way around rocks in its wake,
Sticking up like tombstones in old folk lore.
Blue waters swirl around their black silhouettes,
Markers set for mariners in their watery gave.
White foam bubbles around the base of each one,
With every forceful but rippling wave.
Distant hills are behind a net curtain of white,
As low clouds and the mists combine.
The pine scented mounds circle the bay,
Giving the soft bouquet of a heady wine.
While at the waters edge the trees stand tall,
Black sentinels against natures wrath in the bay.
Some naked branches made by countless storms,
Stand erect, as a salute to the new day.
Above there sounds the wailing, plaintive call,
A solitary bird swoops low over the sea.
Looking for what in this lonely, cold sky?
So sad a sound, what could its anguish be?
Has he lost his mate? Does he search in vane?
Did the sea claim her body forever?
On this still and ghostly, misty morn
Will he give up searching for her? Never!
The tide swishes in toward the shore,
Whispering its way around rocks in its wake,
Sticking up like tombstones in old folk lore.
Blue waters swirl around their black silhouettes,
Markers set for mariners in their watery gave.
White foam bubbles around the base of each one,
With every forceful but rippling wave.
Distant hills are behind a net curtain of white,
As low clouds and the mists combine.
The pine scented mounds circle the bay,
Giving the soft bouquet of a heady wine.
While at the waters edge the trees stand tall,
Black sentinels against natures wrath in the bay.
Some naked branches made by countless storms,
Stand erect, as a salute to the new day.
Above there sounds the wailing, plaintive call,
A solitary bird swoops low over the sea.
Looking for what in this lonely, cold sky?
So sad a sound, what could its anguish be?
Has he lost his mate? Does he search in vane?
Did the sea claim her body forever?
On this still and ghostly, misty morn
Will he give up searching for her? Never!
Author notes
I saw a painting of the most haunting, captivating sea shore but I can't remember who the artists was, years ago but it has stayed in my mind. I have found a picture that fits perfectly.
A contest entry
- contest for rhyming poems by Manoj Sanyal.
375 points, ended February 15, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh, this is a painting!
Just beautiful.
I love that title.
I always have trouble with titles,
a talent in it self.
You kind words mean everything to me.
Taking time from your life to read my work is why I write.
You have a wonderful talent.
This piece needs a frame.
My Irish grandma used to tell me,
Lowell,
Write something grand,
for you may be entertaining Angels,
Unaware.
Smart woman.
BLESSINGS GYPSY,
LOWELL POE.

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Enjoyed reading
Thanks for your participation.
Best wishes and good luck,
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thank you for sharing your beautiful vision you have indeed captured it perfectly. God bless


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Lots of imagery packed into this from top to toe-loved the atmosphere you created here babes-good luck!
xxx Hilly


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A hauntingly beautiful captivating poem this is!
As it read it, I thought that you must live by the seashore.
When I read your author's notes I then thought you truly have an artist's mind to remember a painting so well.


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