Dr.Ram Mehta Poet Rhyme

Evening On the Pier-Win

Fireworks at the old pier
on the fourth of July
spell it with red wheels high
Rundle and rung.

They sparkle in the air
touch the water and quit
rockets make flight and split
in gold and blue

I sit lone with the past
alone with her spirit
by the sea,  the waves bit
On the old pier 

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July 11, 2014
Form: Abhanga (Marathi -6, 6, 6, 4, with lines 2 and 3 rhyming)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place winner
Contest; On the Pier by nette onclaud

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Nette Onclaud July 15, 2014 at 6:50 AM such an emotive write, dr.ram... this deserves a fine win in my contest... i will include this poem on the list as soon as TPS restores its system...sweet congrats and huggs

Robert Nehls July 14, 2014 at 5:49 AM I like this one a lot, Dr. Ram. I believe the spirit can be as strong as a physical presence. Those fireworks were not observed alone. Great image, my friend.... Robert.

Andrea Dietrich July 13, 2014 at 12:18 AM this is quite good , especially the last part, how you mixed in the sad nostalgia and the interesting image of the waves bit the old pier. Hope it does very well in her contest for ya.

Anne-Lise Andresen July 11, 2014 at 11:27 AM - Lonely in a beautiful poem - Good luck in the contest, Dr. Ram :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)