Desolation…
A silent shore, seductive Moon, a sinister Sea, clouds in the wind, a shadow lies upon the white sand alone.
Stilled on the sparkling crystals, almost villainous, primeval and water worn with broken sides.
Once imperturbable, aloft upon white shafts of waves, beautiful and bold, now ancient and vacant.
The old sailing ship finds its burial ground upon a deserted island in the mist of morning.
©2013.Reflectionsofopoetry.annjohnsonmurphree
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Love the visual as ifI was on that ship
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Thank you so very much. Ann
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Fabulous imagery – this is a poem to get lost in. I’ve read it several times now and keep getting more from it! Great writing!
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Thank you, I do appreciate you comment. Ann
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Good post!
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enjoyed “Honeysuckle Memories” – just purchased “Beyond the Voices”
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Thank you Paul, I hope you enjoy it. Regards Ann
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Yes, I love the layers too. Well done!
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Thank you so very much. Ann
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Lovely. Created wonderful imagery in my minds eye 🙂
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