Ocean poem

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The sea is a hoarder tipping it`s gathered quatrains in the wash

the shadows have sunk on Rum,

Oystercatchers whistle along Laig bay,

where all i need is sea air

as the words banner out

the sea  has unevenly calmed me,

Offering me it`s chatter in the swell and split

of it`s christening tongue,

I remember how it once read me a poem. 

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Zuzanna Musial

Sun 27th Jan 2008 21:24

Neil, hi You have used a lot of creativity in your poem I love your lines about the Ocean. It gives me the vision of strength, power. Fear of the anger of the high waves! All of that creates a wonderful picture in my mind!

Great write!
Zuzanna

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clarissa mckone

Fri 25th Jan 2008 20:33

Hi Neil, nice poem

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