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Sea Picture

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Beyond the obscure city’s

Green light and blue grass

Rolls the sea under the night sky.

The beach is empty, though

A boat against the current

Beats on, borne on the waves.

Incoherently, steadfastly, it

Moves into the past.

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There the Norns spin their endless yarns,

Waiting for storms to

Upset the world.

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We are helpless

When the fates play

And wreck our lives

Under emerald waves.

Pulled under through seaweed,

Churned in the tide,

There is no escape or sanctuary.

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© HMH, 2020

2 replies on “Sea Picture”

Thank you, Debi, for your thoughts on my poem. It came to me as an inspiration. What can I say? It may have been a mixture of despair and longing for something — as yet unattainable.

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