Thursday, July 19, 2007


An icy blue pool of depths unknown

An old creaky wooden dock

With boats awaiting you

To take them somewhere

They’d never been before

Social Groups of retirees

Gossiping about the new owners

A cool breeze

Wrapping you up

And taking you away

Delivering you to a place

Unreachable from anywhere else

The small narrow street

That you walk down

It’s like walking back in time

Back to when

You came here as a child

And felt the same breeze as you walked

To the deserted beach

Where you then fell prisoner

To the depths of the ocean

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love the imagery that you use in the poem. Just to clarify, what is the place that you are describing?