We sat outside under blue skies and sunshine,
Strangely unseasonal for two days after Christmas,
The waves rumbling loudly on the rocks below
As we drank coffee and laughed about nothing in particular.
There, in the scents of sea and bladderwrack,
Dead man's fingers creeping over the low hedge,
I caught fragments of memories of years gone by
As they drifted by on the eddies of a temperate ocean breeze.
Faces I had not seen so clearly for many years,
Sparks of other lives that might have been,
Tender smiles the imprimaturs of ferocious love
Long since borne away on sad and distant tides.
January 28th, 2019
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
