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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Billowing taupe clouds, hunker down and hem in the Peninsula, The morning rips open A glimpse of sun shone; a lemon curd slivers between slits of of silver illumination The first hint of light glances up frothing crests of salted foam, Waves slap mineralized milky encrusted piers, A place she never goes, The boats, the ropes, salted misty chalky vapors All a mockery of thematic proportions, Unduly deliver a set, a scene, In which a broken-hearted woman creaks about over well trodden planks With a mystery in her eyes, A coat two-sizes too big And a hint of faded spicy cologne Envelopes her unconscious, the odor she is unaware of She perceives a mounted flaking, patinated iron harpoon mere décor A prop on the set of this distant sea, An artifact for ancient ways of hunting, the heart of the whale she knew was the size of twenty men. Old men begin to mill about from the shore they amble toward the beauty and the death of the sea, The lulling sea A salve for old men, a balm to quell the roaring mind, Clapboard sided sea worn boats rise and fall not of their own accord, But as slaves to the the great sea, slaves to the sea They carry metal traps, hemp ropes And the unforgiving memories of the land, “Landlubbers” she muses. A momentary countenance of mirth gleams in her eye. Such a funny word. An erstwhile chuckle engages her lips as she knows now the seriousness of life, whereby in bygone times mother warned: “Love will make a mockery of us all”
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