Broken Breakers
In line they stand so proud and tall
whilst comrades lie both beat & broke
and sunsets blur a weary sky
as pebbles wait for tides to choke
the boats set sail on evening swell
that sweeps beyond the swollen creeks
and cast their nets with hope held high
yet on the shores a lover weeps
for three set sail just yesterday
yet two returned to share their hoard
amongst the rocks & cockleshells
lay those that left to meet their Lord
the tides have strength but lack in heart
and choose not man for all they see
but flesh upon a beaten soul
that takes the breath too easily
and then they drift and out they go
to leave once more a broken beach
the breakers stand a mournful still
to wait once more for tides to reach
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Today's poem for One Shot Wednesday, which opens at 10pm UK time tonight, has been inspired by the art work of my friend & local artist, Donna Cove, who, I am pleased to say, has finally set up a blog to showcase some of her work. This can be seen at coveart.wordpress.com
