Overhead, pelicans glide in threes—
their shadows across the sand
dark thoughts crossing the mind.
Beyond the fringe of coast, shrimpers
hoist their nets, weighing the harvest
against the day's losses. Light waning,
concentration is a lone gull
circling what's thrown back. Debris
weights the trawl like stones.
All day, this dredging—beneath the tug
of waves—rhythm of what goes out,
comes back, comes back, comes back.
Overhead, pelicans glide in threes— their shadows across the sand dark thoughts crossing the mind. In alto, pellicani planano a gruppi di tre— le loro ombre attraversano la spiaggia pensieri oscuri attraversano la mente.
Beyond the fringe of coast, shrimpers amaze with the harvest. This poem is excellently expressed and this is very nice to read.
weighing the harvest against the day's losses Very good expression. Congrats dear poetess.
All day, this dredging—beneath the tug of waves—rhythm of what goes out, comes back, comes back, comes back. very good poem. tony
Well executed. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.
Life of fisherman follows the sun as the last source of livelihood In the insane chest of the sea In the darkness of twilight Seeing the poor traveler on weighing of life........ great expressive
for a moment this reminded me of Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Excellent imagery, picture perfect if you've sat and watched them. I enjoyed reading this. Well expressed. tfs
vespertina cognitio / cognizione notturna / evening knowledge