Poetry is about finding beauty in unlit places.
We can all agree the ocean is magnificent,
But what of the barnacles hidden beneath the pier,
where crustaceans lay year after year.
All the things they must have seen,
Having gone nowhere, only dream.
This interests me more than any sunrise,
Where every man and his dog do recognise.
No, It is the subtle and quite amongst the noise
Where I take my pleasures and my joy's
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