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End Of The Day.
larrylark

Distant clouds stack
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among majestic sailing ships
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riding each feather bed edge.
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Schooners, a ketch, slip slowly
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back and forth  to hazy horizons.
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Tide fades far beyond sandy arms
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of mothers gone to fetch
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wading children, who leave smooth
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pathways carved among tributary creeks.
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Gulls swoop to violate weaker shells,
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sun reflects among  mirage
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of glittering jewels,freakishly cast
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below milk white surface of emptying pools.
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Deep in the heart of dark caves
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trapped waves lap.Aborted echoes
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slap sea weed coated stones.
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Flecks of foam fill abandoned footprints,
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searching among deck shoes,
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wandering away towards
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heat saturated hotels.
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3 Jun 06


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Another good descriptive poem.  I can smell the ocean now.
 — violet

Nice job. I wish i was at the beach... you captured every sense that involves the beach. I like L 10.
 — Delicatelie

Dear Violet

I must get my Impressionistic period out of my system.Is the sea really like wot i described?I must confess I've never been there but am, in this poem, deeply influenced by a sea side painting by Claude Monet that hangs on our bedroom wall.

Larry sweep with a brush Lark
 — unknown

Dear Delicatelie

You are to kind to an old fool who soends his days dreaming of the briney.

Larry paddling pool Lark
 — larrylark

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