Dorian Petersen Potter


Upon The Shore (Hotan) - Poem by Dorian Petersen Potter

(Hotan suit)


Waves are now crashing
Just right here upon warm shore
Sun is hot and the breeze cool
Can feel it
Right over my body
And face too
Hear the seas' whispers
Calling your name so softly
Like they've done before.

Waves lash back and forth
And crash against rocks again
Seagulls fly past fishing boats
Fishermen throw
Nests overboard again
To catch fish
For last time before
Sun goes down and days over
As I head back home.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011

March.15.2015

Topic(s) of this poem: seaside

Form: Blues Poem


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2015



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