A Poem: On wood


Went to the beach tonight in Llandudno. I wrote this just

On Wood

On wood,
Not high!
Weathered.
That ripping,
lost for so long.
Bubbling in repartition,
In crash…. shhhhh out.
A tension untouched,
for every pebble was dream.
Infinity would not compare
To the break of a wave…

 

By Alan Whitfield 2012

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