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Sunny Cove

Out by the big yellow buoy I trod water for a few minutes, longer than I'd have liked, alone in the company of friends who may have been alone too. When we returned to shore, I returned gladly - always so gladly, every damn time ! - counted my limbs to be sure. I left at least one woman there, at least one of them left me. We left each other there, on the rocks, or on the catwalk, or somewhere nice nearby. Of one, I quickly knew we'd have ruined each other; I could offer no worship, another knew in time. Who saw what, how, on that beautiful, dire morning that the spry old lady was taken ? Did the water swell beneath her a glance before she was devoured ? Perhaps those jaws happened on her with less warning. Regardless, I counted my limbs; the spry old lady won't. 14th August 2020

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Harry Horsman

Date: 8/20/2020 10:33:00 PM

Was it a lucky escape? or what?, The poetry, is epic going on to read the next one.

Lawrence Sharp
Date: 8/21/2020 8:31:00 AM

Thanks very much, Harry, appreciated, always.

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 8/18/2020 8:09:00 AM

Out of the water or be a meal. When I was about 8, I was fishing with my dad a got a baby shark on my line. They get people each year. After all we play in their backyard. I enjoyed this fun write. Have a wonderful day writing away........

Lawrence Sharp
Date: 8/19/2020 3:21:00 AM

Thanks for visit and comment, Paula, good to have you here.

Brandy Nicole

Date: 8/16/2020 6:07:00 PM

"I left at least one woman there, at least one of them left me. It happens in life. We are left or we decide to leave. Once again, your words say so much. There is a deep meaning within. ~ Brandy

Lawrence Sharp
Date: 8/17/2020 6:41:00 AM

Thanks, Branderz, I'm always happy to see you; very pleasing if it has any impact.

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 8/16/2020 1:42:00 AM

Drips w/tragic poignancy, this poem be, Lawrence. Your intimate weaving of words causes us to shudder embrace this inky muse gem w/macabre curiosity. Splendid write. Love and more love forever.

Lawrence Sharp
Date: 8/16/2020 6:37:00 AM

Thank you, RomWar, too kind. As always, my friend, Peace, Rest.

Robert Lindley

Date: 8/15/2020 4:29:00 PM

Sharks are no joke. When hungry a man is a meal.. Great poem .my friend. A fav.. God bless...

Lawrence Sharp
Date: 8/16/2020 6:36:00 AM

Thanks for fave, Robert; your nod of approval is always very greatly valued.

Silent One

Date: 8/15/2020 11:53:00 AM

Yes it is shark day...I know there is a lot more, from your other poem... You wrote is very well

Lawrence Sharp
Date: 8/15/2020 12:44:00 PM

Thanks, Si, very pleasing if it worked.

Eric Ashford

Date: 8/15/2020 10:32:00 AM

I guess this is a sister poem to There, Clovely? Sharks and past lovers, mashed very well together with missing limbs. The elderly lady adds an invisible pathos to the muse. Well done. e

Lawrence Sharp
Date: 8/15/2020 11:11:00 AM

Thanks, Eric, very pleased if you enjoyed. Sharks and past lovers, yes, you have a keen eye.

Silent One

Date: 8/15/2020 9:06:00 AM

Is this linked with the other poem? Are you writing this because it is shark day in the states?

Lawrence Sharp
Date: 8/15/2020 11:13:00 AM

Shark Day ? Really ? Well, you're on the mark with the shark business, but there's much more happening, both above and below the surface. Thanks for visit and comment, always good to see you here.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 8/14/2020 1:52:00 PM

You counted your limbs and got out of there, but the old lady won't. An intriguing journey you had my friend...I left at least one woman there, at least one of them left me...You always make me pause and reflect on your poems, Lawrence.

Lawrence Sharp
Date: 8/14/2020 11:59:00 PM

Thanks for dropping in, Vijay. I'm always pleased to know that a write makes you stop to contemplate for a minute; you are always a quite thoughtful reader, my friend.