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Menolyrical; Words for Words' Sake

Scene

There was a place once
I saw
It sat upon the sea
Where sky was blue
The water too
And the building twixt was three.

It was white I think
Or grey
But took the bluish hue
The tide was out
some crowd about
A distant and mingling queue.

Out upon the strands
Bare feet
Bent backs and metal pails
Time opportune
Harvest of noon
The whelks, the cockles, the snails.

Rocks and black-brown sand
It was
That sea-bed now exposed
Man misses naught
A fish is caught
As the sleeping dogs reposed.

Ephemeral scene
It is
Reliant on nature's whim
When water turns
The liquid churns
And the building seems to swim.


 Inspired by TAKE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FOUR   © Yamini Ali MacLean  2013
You have another 'add-in' from the Take Too stores because am having a busy week over here in Edinburgh; and there was an awful lot of posting over the weekend; AND have to give myself head-space to get a post prepared for this week's FFHT - due tomorrow!!!

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13 comments:

  1. Kay L. Davies16 August 2013 at 02:00

    Ooh, I like this.
    I like sea things, and sea poetry.
    Luv, K

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  2. Yamini MacLean16 August 2013 at 11:42

    Hari OM
    Thank you Kay - hope you had a peek at the piccie too!!

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  3. My Dog Sam - Ruptured Disk29 January 2015 at 01:22

    Hi, thanks for stopping by my blog from Mr. Pip's site.

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  4. Merlesworld29 January 2015 at 02:57

    Reminds me of days spent by the sea digging for pippies and beach worms for bait before fishing.
    Merle...............

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  5. Julie29 January 2015 at 03:39

    Aunty Yami you do find some beautiful poetry, I luffs this
    Loves and licky kisses
    Princess Leah xxx

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  6. Frankie Furter and Ernie29 January 2015 at 05:31

    This one is VERY VISUAL... we can see the entire scene and nearly HEAR the Waves.

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  7. Joanne Noragon29 January 2015 at 06:45

    Well caught.

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  8. Murphy29 January 2015 at 07:06

    It kind of took us to a place mom thinks is very cool cuz it has fisher people and boats and locks!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  9. KB29 January 2015 at 07:22

    "Reliant on nature's whim"... your words bring the whole scene into view, with Mother Nature directing the scene.

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  10. Charliedownunder29 January 2015 at 07:26

    Crikey Aunty ..... how do you do that?? Mum loved the poem and had a picture in her mind put there by your words. Then we looked at your picture. Funny but Mum's picture and yours were completely different. S'pose everyone that reads your poem sees a different picture, aye??

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  11. Yamini MacLean29 January 2015 at 13:20

    Hari Om
    Thank you everyone!!! Re Charlie's comment and as hinted by others - each will get a different picture according to their own experience...which is why I didn't directly load a copy of the photograph which inspired me - that is the wonder of creating poetry!!! Y xx

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  12. The Adventures of the LLB Gang30 January 2015 at 01:31

    Being an ocean lover...this poem really touched my heart...thank you YAM!!

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  13. Jenn Jilks2 February 2015 at 03:56

    Nice one!

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