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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: May 08, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand. Art "Sitting at the Dock of the Bay' Oil, Plein Air Series, by Michelle Held. My Poem titled "Quiet Pier’s Lament" was written using this artwork as its inspiration. It's better to read the poem while looking at this artwork. *********** seagulls fly to the sky over broken planks and rusty nails searching for what has been lost they sift through seashells and sand scavenging for leftovers as I look for traces of you river drips its brown-blue hues at low tide. I hear the water hum and cries of birds as I search for you among grains of sand at the end of rickety pier a girl stands on one leg, arms stretched wide balancing ~ as quiet as a breath ` patient as death her pterodactyl thoughts soar on the sunlit wings of pelicans or plunge into the depths the strong bodies of eels this life, a feeble pier anchored by shallow utility poles cut into thirds, like hot dogs still hovers over a muddy bank with each storm, new scars appear the wind is gusting left and right weakening what I hoped would endure crushing under the weight of every fresh verse now it's a relic, floorboards askew washed away by relentless waves with nothing to hold up my old desires my thoughts drift away each night yet, each month I sit in the same stiff chair struggling to share anything new All I am is an aging pier with gulls perched on my rotting posts
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